Classic Poem

When Rome is removith into Englonde,
And ilke preest baiit the popeis poure in hande,
Betuene the iij d and the sixte, who wold onderstonde,
Moche were and wo schalle arysse in Englonde.
Thayr challe tyde then a striffe be the stremis of Hommour,
That a northyne slave schalle follow him for ever,
The iij d schalle recuire and rekyn of rulys,
That haiit lywith in Lowthe many longe days.
Than worthe upp, Walis, that vantithe no vylis,
And holpe up thi brother with brithe hardde brandis,
Thi kynnys men of Yrlonde, lordes of honour,
Thy schalle spende ther speres with dentes of dolour.
To bringe owt of brawlis the kynd blod of Brutes,
The whiche schalle lyve on to lyve of landes.