Strake the yeoman through the brain.
That he fell down to the hatches again,
Sore of his wound that he did bleed:
Covetousness gets no gain,
It is very true, as the Welshman said.
But when he saw his sister's son slain,
Lord! in his heart he was not well:
"Go fetch me down my armour of proof,
For I will to the topcastle mysel'.
"Go fetch me down my armour of proof,