Farewell , adieu, that courtly life,
To war we tend to go;
It is good sport to see the strife
Of soldiers in a row.
How merrily they forward march
These enemies to slay:
With hey trim and trixie too,
Their banners they display.

Now shall we have the golden cheats,
When others want the same;
And soldiers have full many feats
Their enemies to tame:
With cocking here, and booming there,
They break their foes array;
And lusty lads amid the fields
Their ensigns do display.

The drum and flute play lustily,
The trumpet blows amain,
And venturous knights courageously
Do march before their train:
With spears in rest so lively drest,
In armour bright and gay;
With hey trim and trixie too,
Their banners they display.