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W HANN Norrurs & hys menne of myghte,
Uponne thys brydge darde all to fyghte,
Forslagenn manie warriours laie,
And Dacyanns well nie wonne the daie.
Whanne doughty Baldwinus arose,
And scatterd deathe amonge hys foes,
Fromme out the brydge the purlinge bloode
Embolled hie the runnynge floude.
Dethe dydd uponne hys anlace hange,
And all hys arms were gutte de sangue .
His doughtinesse wrought thilk dismaye,
The foreign warriors ranne awaie;
Erle Baldwynus regardedd well
How manie menn forslaggen fell;
To Heaven lyft oppe hys holie eye,
And thanked Godd for victorye;
Thenne threw his anlace ynn the tyde,
Lyvdd ynn a cell, and hermytte died.