It was in Edenborrow, king;
If there I had not stoutly stood,
My leege, you neuer had beene king.
27
‘The second time I fought for you,
Here I will tell you in this place;
I killd the sheriffs sonne of Carlile,’
Quoth he, ‘that wold haue slaine your Grace.
28
‘The third time that I fought for you,