He will slay me indeed,
Best were it then we slew him soon,
And cut off Cain his seed.
"I saw my father Lockwood slain,
And Quarmby in the night,
And last of all they slew certain,
Sir Robert Beaumont, knight.
"O Lord, this was a cruel deed,
Who could their hands refrain;
For to pluck out such wicked weed,