TO while our men were out, for to mak þe pes,
Men of armes stout þe kyng to Gascoyn ches.
Sir Edmound his broþer þe first was redy, [Milicia versus A|quitaniam.]
[Le Counte de Nichole, oue tote [vel of tut] son me|nage, Sire William de Vescy, chiualer pruz & sage, MSS. Gall.] Of Lyncoln þe erle a noþer, Sir Henry þe Lacy,
Sir William þe Vescy wys man & bold baroun,
& oþer lordes worþi, þat were of gode renoun.
Sex & tuenty baners of Inglond alder best,
Of armes þat knewe þe maners, to werre were alle prest.
¶ In Inglond were left als douhty as þo,
Of þam þe kyng toke eft, to Scotlond wild he go.
þe Scottis [Sic, pro kyng.] kyns withsaid, he auht him non homage,
Now þenkes he mak a braid, for þat grete outrage.
Of Marche þe first day at þe New castelle
Our kyng þer he lay, his purueiance so fel,
To Scotlond for to go, to wite whi & what wise,
þer kyng & oþer mo withsaid him his seruise.
A þousand & tuo hundred, fourscore & sexten, [Anno Mo, CCo, XCo, [Sic.] IIIIo.]
On þe Scottes has many wondred, þat bigan his tene.
SIR Roberd Roos of Werk with þe Scottis fled,
He set so ille his merk, þat neuer eft he ne sped.
þe kyng his castelle sesis, & held þer his Pask day,
Him & his þer esis, & alle þat feste þer lay.
þe Scottis did first mys, þei wakend alle þat wouh,
Tuo schippis of our Inglis, þe folk þer in þei slouh.
Sir Edward herd it telle, & dight him to Berwik, [De capci|one Berwik per totum die Veneris.]
No stounde wille he duelle, bot seged it also quik.
