Hadde he now here the Erl of Warin
Sholde he never more come to his inn
With shelde, ne with spere, ne with other gin
To helpe of Windesore!
Richard! thah thou be ever trichard,
Trichen shalt thou never more!
This very spirited song is preserved together with some others dealing with later events in the life of Edward. One of them is a long poem of exultation over the death of the King’s Scottish rebels, Sir William Wallace and Sir Simon Fraser; the author takes great pleasure in the treatment of Wallace by the King and the hangman—
Sir Edward oure King, that full is of pité
The Waleis’ quarters sende to his owne countré
On four half to honge, here mirour to be