- Lord Scroop of Bolton, stern and stout
- On horseback, who had not his peer
- No Englishman Scots more did doubt,
- With him did wend all Wensleydale'
- From Morton unto Moisdale Moor;
- All they that dwelt by the banks of the Swale,
- With him were bent in harness stour,
- From Weresdale warlike wights did wend,
- From Bishopsdale went bowmen bold;
- From Coverdale to Cotter-end,
- And all to Kidton causeway cold,
- From Mallerstang and Middleham,
- And all from Mask and Midleconby;
- And all that climb the mountains cam,
- Whose crown from frost is seldom free,
- With lusty lads and large of length,
- which dwelt at Semerwater side,
- All Richmondshire, its total length,
- The lusty Scroop did lead and guide.