The Rose of Rouen, Battle of Towton (1461)

     Now is the rose of Rone growen to a gret honoure,

    Therfore syng we euerychone, "I-blessid be that floure!"

I warne you euerychone, for you shuld vnderstonde,

There sprange a rose in rone & sprad into englonde,

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The norþen party made hem strong with spere & with sheld;

On palmesonday affter þe none þe met vs in þe feld.

With-in an owre þe were right fayne to fle & ek to yeld—

xvii thousand þe rose kyld in þe feld.

            Blessid be þe tyme that euer god spred þat floure.

Historical Poems of the XIVth and XVth Centuries.  Ed. Rossell Hope Robbins  (N.Y.: Columbia UP, 1959) 215-8.