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116 BKATE LORD -WILLOUGHBEY.
And shoot you right, you bow-men,
And we will keep them out. 20
You musquet and callver men, Do you prove true to me:
I'le be the formost man in fight," Says brave Lord Willoughbey.
And then the bloody enemy 25
They fiercely did assail, And fought it out most furiously,
Not doubting to prevail. The wounded men on both sides fell,
Most pitious for to see, a>
Yet nothing could the courage quell
Of brave Lord Willoughbey.
For seven hours, to all mens view,
This fight endured sore, Until our men so feeble grew 35
That they could fight no more ; And then upon dead horses,
Full savourly they eat, And drank the puddle water,
They could no better get. «o
When they had fed so freely,
They kneeled on the ground, And praised God devoutly
For the favour they had found ; And beating up their colours, « |
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