And schoote his horsse clene away.
Every man sawe that he dyd soo,
That rall was ever in rowght;
Every man schoote hys horsse hym froo,
And lyght hym rowynde abowght.
This syr Harye Perssye toke the fylde,
For soth, as I yow saye:
Jesu Cryste in heven on hyght
Dyd helpe hym well that daye.
But nyne thowsande, ther was no moo;