My sword and buckeler by my side
To fight till I be weary.
Heigh-ho, &c.
They well should know that tooke me first,
Though whoops be now forsaken:
Had I but freedome, armes, and health,
I’de dye ere I’de be taken.
Heigh-ho, &c.
But law condemns me to my grave,
They have me in their power;