Classic Poem

At the northe ende of Selver White,
My lef me bat —
At the northe ende of Selver White,
My lef me bat I scholde abide.
I leyde my ware, a bogeler brode,
And ever he smote —
I leyde my ware, a bogeler brode,
And ever he smote by side.
Shalle ther never man just therat,
But if he can —
Shalle ther never man just therat,
But if he can it smite.

At the suthe ende of Selver White,
My lef me bat —
At the suthe ende of Selver White,
My lef me bat I scholde abide.
Leyde I my ware, a peckel wide,
And ever he smote —
Leyde I my ware, a peckel wide,
And ever he smote by side.
Shalle ther never man just therat,
But if he can —
Shalle ther never man just therat,
But if he can it smite.

At the weste ende of Selver White,
My lef me bade —
At the weste ende of Selver White,
My lef me bade I scholde abide.
Layde I my ware, a bosshelle brode,
And ever he smote —
Layde I my ware, a bosshelle brode,
And ever he smote by side.
Shalle ther never man just therat,
But if he can —
Shalle ther never man just therat,
But if he can it smite.