Except it be one for a great chance;
For God will punish all those
With a great heavy pestilence.
Thir limmer thieves they have good hearts,
They never think to be o’erthrown,
Three banners against Weardale-men they bare,
As if the world had been all their own.
Thir Weardale-men they have good hearts,
They are as stif as any tree,
For, if they’d every one been slain,