Our English archers bend their bowes—
Their harts were good and trew,—
Att the first flight of arrowes sent,
Full foure score Scotts they slew.
To drive the deere with hound and horne,
Douglas bade on the bent;
Two captaines moved with mickle might
Their speres to shivers went.
They closed full fast on everye side,
Noe slacknes there was found,