In that ancyent it was seene;

‘O this is a token,’ sayd Martinfeeld,

That sore ouerthrowen this prince hath beene.

67

‘O sett me vp my fayre Dun Bull,

And trumpetts blow me farr and nee,

Vntill I come within a mile of the Headlesse Crosse,

That the Headlesse Crosse I may see.’

68

Then lighted downe noble Nevill,