Began that day of dole;
And their shoutes were like the thunder's roare,
That's hearde from pole to pole.
Nowe bucklers rang 'gainst swordes and speares,
And arrows dimn'd the playne;
And manye a warrioure laye fulle lowe,
And manye a chiefe was slayne.
Oh woeful woeful was that daye,
To chylde and wydowe dreare!
For there fierce deathe o'er human race