64 'Thou shalt haue that horsse with all my hart,
And my cote-plate of siluer ffree,
And a hundred men att thy backe,
For to fight if neede shalbee.'
65 'I thanke you, master,' said Thomas a Potts,
'Neither man nor boy shall goe with mee;
As you are a lord off honor borne,
Let none of my ffellowes know this of mee.
66 'Ffor if they wott of my goinge,
I wott behind me they will not bee;
Without you keepe them vnder a locke,
Vppon that greene I shall them see.'
67 And when Thomas came to Gilford Greene,
And walked there some houres three,
Then was he ware of the Lord Phenix,
And four men in his companye.
68 'You haue broken your vow,' sayd Thomas a Pott,
'Your vowe that you made vnto mee;
You said you wold come your selfe alone,
And you haue brought more then two or three.'
69 'These are my waiting-men,' Lord Phenix sayd,
'That euery day doe waite on mee;
Giffe any of these shold att vs stirr,
My speare shold runn throwe his bodye.'
70 'I'le runn noe race,' said Thomas Potts,
'Till that this othe heere made may bee:
If the one of vs be slaine,
The other fforgiuen that hee may bee.'
71 'I'le make a vow,' Lord Phenix sayes,
'My men shall beare wittnesse with thee,
Giffe thou slay mee att this time,
Neuer the worsse beloued in Scottland thou shalt bee.'
72 Then they turned their horsses round about,
To run the race more egarlye;
Lord Phenix he was stiffe and stout,
He has runn Thomas quite thorrow the thye.
73 And beere Thomas out of his saddle ffaire;
Vpon the ground there did hee lye;
He saies, For my liffe I doe not care,
But ffor the loue of my ladye.