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Erle Percy there his ancyent spread,
  The Halfe Moone shining all soe faire;
The Nortons ancyent had the Crosse,
  And the five wounds our Lord did beare.

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 cathe 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;