For soth as I yow saye;
Of nyne thowsande Ynglysshe men,
Fyve hondert cam awaye:
The other were slayne in the fylde,
Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo,
Seying ther was so fewe fryndes
Agaynst so many a foo.
Then on the morne they mayde them beerys
Of byrch, and haysell graye;
Many a widowe wyth wepyng teyres