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