And marke hym to the Trenite;
For to God I make myne avowe
Thys day wyll I not flee.’
45
The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,
Hys standerde stode on hye,
That euery man myght full well knowe;
By syde stode starrës thre.
46
The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,