Their bodies, bath'd in purple blood, They bore with them away; They kiss'd them dead a thousand times, When they were clad in clay. This news was brought to Edinburgh, O heavy news, king James did fay, I have not any captain more Like tidings to king Henry came, Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Now God be with him, faid our king, I truft I have within my realm, Yet fhall not Scot nor Scotland fay, But I will vengeance take; And be revenged on them all, For brave lord Percys fake. This vow full well the king perform'd, After, on Humbledown; In one day, fifty knights were flain, And of the reft, of fmall account, Thus ended the hunting of Chevy-chase, God fave the king, and bless the land IN PART II. BY HARRY CAREY.* NUPID no more fshall give me grief, CUPE Or anxious cares opprefs my foul; Calia, thy fcorn I now despise, Thy boasted empire I disown; Who intitles it " A Dithyrambick for two voices." 1 OW stands the glass around? H% For fhame, ye take no care, my boys! How stands the glass around? Let mirth and wine abound! The trumpets found: The colours flying are, my boys, To fight, kill, or wound: May we ftill be found Content with our hard fare, my boys, On the cold ground. Why, foldiers, why Should we be melancholy, boys! Why, foldiers, why? Whose business 'tis to die? What! fighing? fie! Damn fear, drink on, be jolly, boys! "Tis he, you, and I. Cold, hot, wet, or dry, We're always bound to follow, boys, And fcorn to fly. 'Tis but in vain, (I mean not to upbraid you, boys) "Tis but in vain For foldiers to complain : Should next campaign Send us to Him that made you, boys, We're free from pain; But fhould we remain, A bottle and kind landlady Cures all again. |