The town of Eland manfully
Pursued them that day.
The lord's servants throughout the town,
Had cry'd with might and main,[55]
"Up, gentle yeomen, make you bown,
This day your lord is slain."
Whittle, and Smyth, and Rimmington,
Bury with many mo;
As brimme as boars they made them bown,
Their lord's enemies to slo.