Of Brutus' blood, in Brittane born, King Arthur I am to name: Through Christendome and Heathynesse Well known is my worthy fame. In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve; I am a Christyan born: The Father, Sone and Holy Gost One God I doe adore. In the four hundreed nintieth yeere Over Brittaine I did rayne, After my Savior Christ his byrth: What time I did maintaine. The fellowshippe of the table round Soe famous in those days; Whereatt a hundred noble Knights And thirty sat alwayes; Who for their deeds and martiall feates, As bookes dou yet record, Amongst all other nations Wer feared through the world. And in the castle of Tayntagill, King Uther me begate Of Agyana, a bewtyous ladye, And come of hie estate. And when I was fifteen yeer old, Then was I crowned Kinge; All Brittaine that was att an uprore I did to quiett bring And drove the Saxons from the realme, Who had oppressed this land; All Scotland then throughe manly feates I conquered with my hand. Ireland, Denmarke, Norway, These countryes won I all Iseland, Getheland and Swothland; And mad their kings my thrall I conquered all Galya, That now is called France; And slew the hardye Froll in Field My honor to advance, And the ugly gyant Dynabus Soe terrible to vewe, That in Saint Barnard's Mount did lye, By force of armes, I slew; And Lucyus, the emperor of Rome I brought to deadly wracke; And a thousand more of noble knightes For feare did turn their backe; Five kings of "Haynims" I did kill Amidst that bloody strife; Besides the Grecian emperor Who also lost his liffe. Whose carcasse I did send to Rome Cladd pourlye on a beete; And afterward I past Mount Joye The next approaching yeer. Then I came to Rome where I was mett Right as a conquerer And by all the cardinalls solempnelye I was crowned an emperor. One winter there I mad abode; Then word to mee was brought Howe Mordred had oppressed the crown; What treason he had wrought. Att home in Brittaine with my queene: Therefore I came with speed To Brittaine back with all my power To quitt that traterous deede. And soon at Sandwich I arrivde Where Mordred me withstoode. But yett at last I landed there With effusion of much blood. Thence chased I Mordred away Who fledd to London right, From London to Winchester, and To Comeballe took his flight. And stile I him pursued with speed Tile at the last wee mett: Uhevby an appointed day of fight Was there agreed and sett Where we did fight of mortal life Eche other to deprive, Tile of a hundred thousand men Scarce one was left alive. There all the noble chevalrye Of Brittaine took their end Oh see how fickle is their state That doe on feates depend. There all the traiterous men were slaine Not one escapte away