So well she wist her husband wanted gear,
She gar’d saddle him his horse in haste,
And neither forgot sword, jack, nor spear.
The bailiff got wit before his gear came,
That such news was in the land;
He was sore troubled in his heart,
That on no earth that he could stand.
His brother was hurt three days before,
With limmer thieves that did him prick;
Nineteen bloody wounds lay him upon;