Did vnto bloodie battell boldly ride.
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In midst of whom, vpon a tall white steede
Mounted I sat with cruell countenance,
Still crying out, march on, march on with speede:
And in this sort without incumberance,
To Lecester we forward did aduance:
Through which we past to Bosworthe’s ample plaine,
Where I did end my wreched life and reigne.
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