He lay slean Chyviot within.

His handdes dyd he weal and wryng,

He says, Alas, and woe ys me!

Such another captayn Skotland within,

He sayd, yefeth shuld never be.

Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone

Till the fourth Harry our kyng,

That lord Persé, ‘leyff’-tenante of the merchis,

He lay slayne Chyviat within.

God have merci on his soll, sayd kyng Harry,