a devils curse in the fields and meadows rang
and at byard like a tiger she sprang

the cruel claws from her fingers flashed
and byards blood on the ground was splashed

but like a winged horse he gave a mighty bound
and the old hag she was dashed to the ground

close unto fulbeck the news had spread
rejoice rejoice for the witch is dead

but gallant byard upon the green grass lay
with his life blood quickly flowing away

Close unto fulbeck in Lincolnshire
the marks of horse shoes are printed clear

and fulbeck men to this day the memory keep
- gallant byard and the tale of his leap