That y sugge by this Scottes that bueth nou to-drawe, The hevedes o Londone-brugge, whos['e] con y-knawe; 10 He wenden han buen kynges, ant seiden so in sawe; Betere hem were han y-be barouns, ant libbe in Godes lawe Wyth love. Whos['e] hateth soth ant ryht, Lutel he douteth Godes myht, 15 The heye kyng above. To warny alle the gentilmen that bueth in Scotlonde, The Waleis wes to-drawe, seththe he wes an-honge, Al quic biheveded, ys bowels ybrend, The heved to Londone-brugge wes send, 20 To abyde. After Simond Frysel, That wes traytour ant fykell, Ant y-cud ful wyde. Sire Edward oure kyng, that ful ys of piet['e], 25 The Waleis quarters sende to is oune contr['e], On four-half to honge, huere myrour to be, Theropon to thenche, that monie myhten se, Ant drede. Why nolden he be war 30 Of the bataile of Donbar, Hou evele hem con spede? Bysshopes ant barouns come to the kynges pes, Ase men that weren fals, fykel, ant les, Othes hue him sworen in stude ther he wes, 35 To buen him hold ant trewe for alles cunnes res, Thrye, That hue ne shulden ayeyn him go, So hue were temed tho; Weht halt hit to lye? 40 To the kyng Edward hii fasten huere fay; Fals wes here foreward so forst is in May, That sonne from the southward wypeth away; Moni proud Scot therof mene may To yere. 45 Nes never Scotlond With dunt of monnes hond Allinge aboht so duere. The bisshop of Glascou y chot he wes ylaht, The bisshop of Seint-Andr[e'], bothe he beth ycaht, 50 The abbot of Scon with the kyng nis nout saht, Al here purpos ycome hit ys to naht, Thurh ryhte: Hii were unwis When hii thohte pris 55 Ayeyn huere kyng to fyhte.