With hys brave sonne by hys syde,
Foughte long the foe (brave kynge and prince,
Of Scotlande aye the pryde).
The Scotts they fled; but stille their kynge,
With hys brave sonne, foughte full welle,
Till o'er the moore an arrowe yflewe—
And brave prynce Henrye felle.
Alle thys espy'd his young foote page,
From the hille whereon he stode;
And soone hath hee mounted a swifte swifte steede,