I think this day we are men enew.
For Weardale-men are a journey ta’en,
They are so far out o’er yon fell,
That some ofe them’s with the two earls[77]
And others fast in Barnard-castell.
There we shall get gear enough,
For there is nane but women at hame;
The sorrowful fend that they can make,
Is loudly cries as they were slain.
Then in at Rookhope-head they came,