To mete gan they gone.
THE SYXTE FYTTE.
Lythe and lysten, gentylmen,
And herken unto your songe ;
How the proude sheryfe of Notyngham,
And men of armes stronge, {57}
Full faste came to the hye sheryfe,
The countre up to rout,
And they beset the knyghts castèll,
The walles all about.