This Maltbie for the cittie sake, To shoot (himself) did undertake, At any good match the earls would make, As well as they do at London. And he brought to the fields with him, One Specke, an archer, proper and trim, And Smith, that shoote about the pin, As if it had been at London. Yorke, Yorke, &c. Then came from Cumberlande archers three, Best bowmen in the north countree, I will tell you their names what they be Well known to the cittie of London. Walmsley many a man dothe knowe, And Bolton how he draweth his bowe, And Ratcliffe's shooting long agoe, Well knowne to the cittie of London. Yorke, Yorke, &c. And the noble earle of Essex came To the fielde himselfe to see the same, Which shal be had for ever in fame, As soone as I come at London. For he showed himself so diligent there, To make a marke and keepe it faire: It is worthie memorie to declare Through all the cittie of London. Yorke, Yorke, &c. And then was shooting out of crye, And skantling at a handfull nie, And yet the winde was very hie, As it is sometimes at London. They clapt the cloutes so on the ragges, There was such betting and such bragges, And galloping up and down with nagges, As if it had been at London. Yorke, Yorke, &c. And never an archer gave regarde To halfe a bowe and halfe a yarde, I never see matches goe more harde About the cittie of London. For fairer play was never plaide, For fairer layes was never laide And a week together they kept this trade, As if it had been at London. Yorke, Yorke, &c. The maior of Yorke,[135] with his companie, Were all in the fields, I warrant ye, To see good rule kept orderly, As if it had been at London. Which was a dutifull sight to see, The maior and alderman there to bee, For setting forth of archerie, As well as they do at London. Yorke, Yorke, &c. And there was neither fault nor fray, Nor any disorder any way, But every man did pitch and pay, As if it had been at London. As soon as every match was done, Every man was paid that won, And merily up and downe dide ronne, As if it had been at London. Yorke, Yorke, &c. And never a man that went abroade, But thought his monie well bestowde, And monie laide in heap and loade, As if it had been at London. And gentlemen there so franke and free, As a mint at Yorke again should bee; Like shooting did I never see, Except I had been at London. Yorke, Yorke, &c.