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And throwing strait their bows away,

They grasp'd their swords so bright: And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,

On shields and helmets light.]

They closed full fast on everye side,

Noe slacknes there was found; And many a gallant gentleman

Lay gasping on the ground.

O Christ! it was a griefe to see,

And likewise for to heare,
The cries of men lying in their gore,

And scattered here and there.

At last these two stout erles did meet,

Like captaines of great might: Like lyons wood, they layd on lode,

And made a cruell fight:

They fought untill they both did sweat,

With swords of tempered steele; Until the blood, like drops of rain,

They trickling downe did feele.

“Yeeld thee, Lord Percy,” Douglas sayd,

“In faith I will thee bringe, Where thou shalt high advanced bee

By James our Scottish king :

Thy ransome I will freely give,

And this report of thee,
Thou art the most couragious knight,

That ever I did see.”

“Noe, Douglas," quoth Erle Percy then,

“Thy proffer I doe scorne; I will not yeelde to any Scott,

That ever yett was borne.”

With that, there came an arrow keene

Out of an English bow, Which struck Erle Douglas to the heart,

A deepe and deadlye blow:

Who never spake more words than thene,

“ Fight on, my inerry men all; For why, my life is at an end;

Lord Percy sees my fall.”

Then leaving liffe, Erle Percy tooke

The dead man by the hand;
And said, “Erle Douglas, for thy life

Wold I had lost my land.

O Christ! my verry hart doth bleed

With sorrow for thy sake;
For sure, a more redoubted knight

Mischance cold never take."

A knight amongst the Scotts there was,

Which saw Erle Douglas dye, Who streight in wrath did vow revenge

Upon the Lord Percye:

Sir Hugh Mountgon.ery was he callid,

Who, with a spere most bright, Well-mounted on a gallant steed,

Ran farcely through the fight;

And past the English archers all,

Without all dread or feare;
And through Earl Percyes body then

He thrust his hatefull spere;

With such a vehement force and might

He did his body gore,
The staff ran through the other side

A large cloth-yard, and more.

So thus did both these nobles dye,

Whose courage none could staine: An English archer then perceiv'd

The noble erle was slaine;

He had a bow bent in his hand,

Made of a trusty tree;
An arrow of a cloth-yard long

Up to the head drew hee:

Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye,

So right the shaft he sett, The grey goose-winge that was thereon,

In his harts bloode was wett.

This fight did last from breake of day,

Till setting of the sun; For when they rung the evening-bell,

The battel scarce was done.

With stout Erle Percy, there was slaine,

Sir John of Egerton,
Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,

Sir James that bold barròn:

And with Sir George and stout Sir James,

Both knights of good account,
Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slaine

Whose prowesse did surmount.

For Witherington needs must I wayle,

As one in doleful dumpes;
For when his leggs were smitten off,

He fought upon his stumpes.

And with Erle Douglas, there was slaino

Sir Hugh Mountgomerye,
Sir Charles Murray, that from the field

One foote wold never flee.

Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too,

His sisters sonne was hee;
Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,

Yet saved cold not bee.

And the Lord Maxwell in like case

Did with Erle Douglas dye:
Of twenty hundred Scottish speres,

Scarce fifty-five did flye.

Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,

Went home but fifty-three;
The rest were slaine in Chevy-Chase,
Under the greene woode tree.

Next day did many widdowes come,

Their husbands to bewayle; They washt their wounds in brinish teares,

But all wold not prevayle.

Theyr bodyes bathed in purple gore,

They bare with them away:
They kist them dead a thousand times,

Ere they were cladd in clay.

The newes was brought to Eddenborrows

Where Scottlands king did raigne, That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye Was with an arrow slaine :

-0, heavy newes,” King James did say,

“Scottland may witnesse bee, I have not any captaine more

Of such account as hee.”

Like tydings to King Henry came.

Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Was slaine at Chevy-Chese :

“Now, God be with him," said our king.

“Sith it will noe better bee; I trust I have, within my realme,

Five hundred as good as hee:

Yett shall not Scotts, nor Scotland say

But I will vengeance take: I'll be revenged on them all,

For brave Erle Percyes sake.”

This vow full well the king perform'd

After, at Humbledowne;
In one day, fifty knights were slayne.

With lords of great renowne:

And of the rest, of small account,

Did many thousands dye: Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase, Made by the Erle Percy.

God save our king, and bless this land

With plentye, joy, and peace;
And grant henceforth, that foule debate

'Twixt noblemen may cease.

34. Sir Patrick Spens.

The king sits in Dunfern line town,

Drinking the blude-red wine, • O whare ' will I get a skcely?skipper,

To sail this new ship o' mine!"

O up and spake an eldern knight,

Sat at the king's right knee, -
5* Sir Patrick Spens is the best sailor,

That ever sail'd the sea."

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Our king has written a braid letter,

And seal'd it with his hand, And sent it to Sir Patrick Spens,

Was walking on the strand.

“To Noroway, to Noroway,

To Noroway o'er the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis thou maun bring her hame."

The first word that Sir Patrick read.

Sae loud loud laughed he:
The neist' word that Sir Patrick read,

The tear blinded his e'e.

“O wha is this has done this deed,

And tauld the king o'me,
To send us out, at this time of the year,

To sail upon the sea?

Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it sleet,

Our ship must sail the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway, 'Tis we must fetch her hame.”

They hoysed their sails on Monenday morn,

Wi' a' the speed they may; They ha'e landed in Noroway, Upon a Wodensday.

They hadna been a week, a week,

In Noroway, but twae,
When that the lords o' Noroway

Began aloud to say -
“Ye Scottishmen spend a' our king's goud,

And a' our queenis fee.”— “Ye lie, ye lie, ye liars loud!

Fu' loud I hear ye lie;

For I ha'e brought as much white monie,

As gane my men and me, And I ha’e brought a half-fou* of gude red goud,

Out o'er the sea wi' me.

Make ready, make ready, my merry-men a'i

Our gude ship sails the morn.” ". Now, ever alake, iny master dear,

I fear a deadly storm!

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