My landes for years three,
For a better man, of heart nor of hand,
Was not in all the north contre."
Of all that see a Scottish knight,
Was called Sir Hew the Monggombyrry;
He saw the Douglas to the death was dight,
He spended a spear, a trusty tree:—
He rode upon a courser
Through a hundrith archery:
He never stinted, nor never blane,