Then the King of Scotts in a study stood,
As he was a man of great might;
He sware he would hold his parlament in leeve[1026] London,
If he cold ryde there right.
VII
Then bespake a Squire, of Scottland borne,
And sayd, ‘My leege, ha’ peace,
Before you come to leeve London,
Full sore you’le rue that race.
VIII
‘Ther beene bold yeomen in merry England,
Husbandmen stiffe and strong;
Sharpè swords they done weare,
Bearen bowes and arrowes longe.’
IX
The King was angrye at that word;
A long sword out he drew,
And there before his royall companye
His ownè Squire hee slew.
X
Hard hansell[1027] had the Scottes that day,
That wrought them woe enoughe,
For a Scott then durst not speake a word
Ffor hanging att a boughe.