Then they sought embushments, but with[1940] small chere, And in fowle[1941] maner brake theyr aray: Yet some of our men by policy fled were,[1942] That sawe[1943] king _Iemy_ on the hill where he lay: “They flee,” he sayes, “follow fast I you pray:” But by that fit of flying[1944] wee wan the fight: So the helpe of God preserude our prince’s right. 17. To the earle of _Surrey_ king _Iemy_ is gone, With as comly company as euer man did see:[1945] Full boldly theyr big men agaynst vs did come Downe the hill, with great myrth and melody: And our men marked them to the Trinity,[1946] Beseeching him there to shew[1947] his might, In theyr whole defence, and in theyr prince his right. 18. The red lyon with his owne father’s bloud inclynate, Came towards the white lyon both meeke and mylde, And there by the hand of God he was prostrate, By the helpe of th’eagle with her swadled chylde: The buckesheads also the Scots has beguilde, And with theyr grey goose wings doulfully them dight, By the helpe of God, and in our prince his right. 19. The moone that day did shine full bright, And the luce head that day was full bent: The red cressent did blinde the Scots sight, And the ship with her ancre many Scots spent:[1948] But, alas, the good white griffin was felde on _Floddon_ hil, Yet escape hee did, not vanquisht in the fight:[1949] So thy helpe, O Lord, preserude our prince his right. 20. The treyfell was true, and that did well appeare, And boldly the great griffin vp the hill is gone: The antlet did lace them with arrowes so nere, That buffits the Scots bare, they lacked none: The cinquefoile also was stedfast as the stone, And slewe of the Scots like a worthy wight:[1950] So thy helpe, O Lord, preserude our prince his right. 21. The yong white lyon was angry in that stounde, And with his merry mariners the myrth him made, His bells rang lay[1951] couched in the grounde, Whereof the Scots were[1952] right sore affrayde: And round about rydeing euermore he sayde Go to my fellowes all shalbe all or night,[1953] By the helpe of God, wee saue our prince his right. 22. The _Cornish_ choughe did picke them in the face, And the crab them blinded that they might not see: They flewe and fell,[1954] they had none other grace, With theyr new conquerour: but where now is hee, Caryed in a cart, to his rebuke and his posterity, And his bullies so bonnye are put all to[1955] flight: So thy helpe, O Lord, preserude our prince his right. 23.