The duc of Lankaster was dight for to driue, With mani mody man that thoght for to thriue, Wele and stalworthly stint he that striue, That few of the Normandes left thai oliue; Fone left thai oliue bot did tham to lepe; Men may find by the flode a ·C· on hepe. Sir William of Klinton was eth for to knaw; Mani stout bachilere broght he on raw. It semid with thaire schoting als it was snaw; The bost of the Normandes broght thai ful law; Thaire bost was abated and thaire mekil pride, Fer might thai noght fle bot thare bud tham bide. The gude Erle of Glowcester, God mot him glade, Broght many bold men with bowes ful brade; To biker with the Normandes baldely thai bade And in middes the flode did them to wade; To wade war tho wretches casten in the brim; The kaitefs come out of France at lere tham to swim. I prays Iohn Badding als one of the best; Faire come he sayland out of the suthwest, To proue of tha Normandes was he ful prest, Till he had foghten his fill he had neuer rest. Iohn of Aile of the Sluys with scheltron ful schene Was comen into Cagent, cantly and kene, Bot sone was his trumping turned to tene; Of him had sir Edward his will als I wene. The schipmen of Ingland sailed ful swith, That none of the Normandes fro tham might skrith. Who so kouth wele his craft thare might it kith: Of al the gude that thai gat gaf thai no tithe. Two hundreth and mo schippes on the sandes Had oure Inglis men won with thaire handes; The kogges of Ingland war broght out of bandes, And also the Cristofir that in the streme standes; In that stound thai stode, with stremers ful still Til thai wist full wele sir Edwardes will. Sir Edward, oure gude king wurthi in wall Faght wele on that flude, faire mot him fall; Als it es custom of king to confort tham all So thanked he gudely the grete and the small, He thanked them gudely, God gif him mede, Thus come oure king in the Swin till that gude dede This was the bataile that fell in the Swin, Whare many Normandes made mekill din; Wele war thai armed vp to the chin; But God and sir Edward gert thaire boste blin, Thus blinned thaire boste, als we wele ken: God assoyle thaire sawls, sais all, Amen. _LES ESPAGNOLS SUR MER._ How King Edward and his menye Met with the Spaniardes in the see I wald noght spare for to speke, wist I to spede, Of wight men with wapin and worthly in wede, That now er driven to dale and ded all thaire dede, Thai sail in the see-gronde fissches to fede; Fele fissches thai fede for all thaire grete fare It was in the waniand that thai come thare.