At night laye deade on grounde.
And yee fayr dames of merrye Englande,
As faste youre teares muste poure;
For manye's the valiante Englisheman
That yee sall see noe more.
Sighe, dames of Englande, and lamente,
And manye a salte teare shed;
For manye an Englisheman hail'd that morne,
That ere the nyghte was deade.
The Scotts they fled; but still their kynge,