And ever shee cry'd, "Oh sweete sweete Savioure,
Prynce Henrye save from woe!"
Fayre Alice look'd oute at the kirke doore,
And heavye her hearte dyd beate;
For shee was aware of the prynce's page,
Com galloping thro' the streete.
Agayne fayre Alice look'd out to see,
And well nighe did shee swoone;
For nowe shee was sure it was that page
Com galloping thro' the towne.