Sir David the Bruse Was at distance, When Edward the Baliolfe Rade with his lance; The north of Ingland Teched him to dance, When he was met on the more With mekill mischance. Sir Philip the Valayse May him noght avance; The flowres that faire war Er (are ) fallen in Fraunce. The floures er now fallen That fers war and fell ; A bare with his bataille Has done tham to dwell. Sir David the Bruse Said he suld fonde To ride thurgh all Ingland, Wald he noght wonde; At the Westminster hall Suld his stedes stonde, While oure king Edward War out of the londe. But now has Sir David Missed of his merkes, And Philip the Valays, With all thaire grete clerkes. Sir Philip the Valais, Suth for to say, Sent unto Sir David And faire gan him pray, At ride thurgh Ingland Thaire fomen to flay, And said, none es at home To let hym the way. None letes him the way, To wende where he will Bot with schiperd (shepherd ) staves Fand he his fill. From Philip the Valais Was Sir David sent, All Ingland to win From Twede unto Trent. He broght mani bere-bag With bow redy bent; Thai robbed and thai reved And held that thai hent. It was in the waniand That thai furth went ; Fro covaitise of cataile Tho schrewes war schent. Schent war tho schrewes, And ailed unsele For at the Nevil Cross Nedes bud tham knele. At the ersbisschop of York Now will I bigyn. For he may with his right hand Assoyl us of syn Both Dorem and Carlele Thai wald nevir blin The wirschip of Ingland With wappen to win. Mekill wirschip thai wan, And wele have thai waken ; For Syr David the Bruse Was in that tyme taken. When Sir David the Bruse Satt on his stede, He said of all Ingland Haved he no drede. Bot hinde John of Coupland, A wight man in wede, Talked to David, And kend him his crede. Thare was Sir David So dughty in his dede, The faire toure of Londen Haved he to mede. Sone than was Sir David Broght unto the toure, And William the Dowglas, With men of honowre. Full swith redy servis Fand thai thare a schowre For first thai drank of the swete, And senin of the sowre. Than Sir David the Bruse Makes his mone, The faire coroun of Scotland Have he forgone. He luked furth in France, Help had he none Of Sir Philip the Valais Ne yit of Sir John .