The swan-feathers, that his arrow bore,
With his heart-blood they were wet.
There was never a freyke one foot would flee,
But still in stour did stand,
Hewing on each other, while they might dree,
With many a baleful brand.
bend-bow, bent bow. freyke, warrior. stour, fight. dree, endure.
This battle began in Cheviot
An hour befor the noon,
And when even-song bell was rang,