Certes he, Jackë Straw, 4417 and his meinie, 4418 Ne madë never shoutës half so shrill, When that they woulden any Fleming kill, As thilkë day was made upon the fox. Of brass they broughtë beamës 4419 and of box, Of horn and bone, in which they blew and pooped, 4420 And therewithal they shrieked and they hooped; It seemed as the heaven shouldë fall.