This was about the undertide,
The cry arose by each a side
Both of lane and of street;
About him come people great,
All new and fresh, with him to fight,
Ac Bevis steered him as good knight,
So that in a lite thrawe
Five thousand there was slew
Of the strongest, that there were,
That him had give dents sore;
Ac ever his steed Arondel
Fast fought with heart loyal,
That forty foot behind and before
The folk he hath to ground borne.
Thus that fight last long
'Till the time of evensong.

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