Then Sir George Bowes he straitwaye rose, After them some spoile to make: Those noble erles turned back againe, And aye they vowed that knight to take. That baron he to his castle fled, To Barnard castle then fled hee. The uttermost walles were eathe to win. The earles have wonne them presentlie. The uttermost walles were lime and bricke; But though they won them soon anone, Long ere they wan their innermost walles, For they were cut in rocke and stone. Then news unto leeve London came In all the speed that ever might bee, And word is brought to our royall queene Of the rysing in the North countrie. Her grace she turned her round about, And like a royall queene shee swore, I will ordayne them such a breakfast, As never was in the North before. Shee caused thirty thousand men be rays'd, With horse and harneis faire to see; She caused thirty thousand men be raised To take the earles i' th' North countrie. Wi' them the false Erle Warwicke went, The Erle Sussex and the Lord Hunsden, Untill they to York castle came I wiss they never stint ne blan. Now spred thy ancyent, Westmoreland, Thy dun Bull faine would we spye: And thou, the Erle of Northumberland, Now rayse thy Halfe Moone on hye. But the dun bulle is fled and gone, And the halfe moone vanished away: The Erles, though they were brave and bold, Against soe many could not stay. Thee, Norton, wi' thine eight good sonnes, They doomed to dye, alas! for ruth! Thy reverend lockes thee could not save, Nor them their faire and blooming youthe. Wi' them full many a gallant wight They cruellye bereav'd of life: And many a child made fatherlesse, And widowed many a tender wife. "'Bolton Priory,' says Dr. Whitaker in his excellent book--_The History and Antiquities of the Deanery of Craven_--'stands upon a beautiful curvature of the Wharf, on a level sufficiently elevated to protect it from inundations, and low enough for every purpose of picturesque effect. "'Opposite to the East window of the Priory Church, the river washes the foot of a rock nearly perpendicular, and of the richest purple, where several of the mineral beds, which break out, instead of maintaining their usual inclination to the horizon, are twisted by some inconceivable process, into undulating and spiral lines. To the South all is soft and delicious; the eye reposes upon a few rich pastures, a moderate reach of the river, sufficiently tranquil to form a mirror to the sun, and the bounding hills beyond, neither too near nor too lofty to exclude, even in winter, any portion of his rays.