Syr Harye Perssye cam to the walles,
The Skottysh oste for to se;
And sayd, And thou hast brente Northomberlonde,
Full sore it rewyeth me.
Yf thow hast haryed all Bamboroweschyre,
Thow hast done me grete envye;
For the trespasse thow hast me done,
The tone of us schall dye.
Where schall I byde the, sayd the Dowglasse,
Or where wylte thow com to me?