"Yield thee, Lord Piercy," Douglas said; "In faith I will thee bring, Where thou shalt high advanced be "Thy ransom I will freely give, And thus report of thee, Thou art the most couragious knight That ever I did see. "No, Douglas," quoth Earl Piercy then, "Thy proffer I do scorn; I will not yield to any Scot With that, there came an arrow keen Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow: Who never spoke more words than these, Then leaving life, Earl Piercy took "O Christ! my very heart doth bleed For sure, a more renowned knight A knight amongst the Scots there was, Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd, And pass'd the English archers all, And through Earl Piercy's body then With such a veh'ment force and might He did his body gore, The spear ran through the other side A large cloth-yard, and more. So thus did both these nobles dye, He had a bow bent in his hand, Against Sir Hugh Montgomery So right his shaft he set, The grey goose-wing that was thereon In his heart's blood was wet. This fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun; For when they rung the evening-bell, The battel scarce was done. With the Earl Piercy, there was slain, Sir John of Ogerton, Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James, that bold baron. And with Sir George and good Sir James, Good Sir Ralph Rabby there was slain, For Witherington needs must I wail, As one in doleful dumps; For when his legs were smitten off, And with Earl Douglas, there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery, Sir Charles Currel, that from the field Sir Charles Murrel, of Ratcliff, too, His sister's son was he; Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd, And the Lord Maxwell in like wise Of fifteen hundred Englishmen, Next day did many widows come, Their husbands to bewail; They wash'd their wounds in brinish tears, But all would not prevail. Their bodies, bath'd in purple blood, They kiss'd them dead a thousand times, This news was brought to Edinburgh, "O heavy news," King James did say; "Scotland can witness be, I have not any captain more Like tidings to King Henry came, Within as short a space, That Piercy of Northumberland Was slaine in Chevy-Chace. "Now God be with him," said our king, "Sith 't will no better be; I trust I have within my realm "Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say, But I will vengeance take, And be revenged on them all, For brave Earl Piercy's sake." This vow full well the king perform'd In one day, fifty knights were slain, And of the rest, of small account, Did many thousands dye: Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy Chace, Made by the Earl Piercy. God save the king, and bless the land In plenty, joy, and peace; And grant henceforth, that foul debate 'Twixt noblemen may cease. EDOM O' GORDON. From Ritson's "Scottish Songs." T fell about the Martinmas, Quhen the wind blew schrile and cauld, Said Edom o' Gordon to his men, "We maun draw to a hauld. "And what an a hauld sall we draw to, My merry men and me? We will gae to the house of the Rodes, To see that fair ladie." She had nae sooner busket hersell, Nor putten on her gown, They had nae sooner sitten down, The lady ran up to her tower head, |