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47. “Hearken! hearken !” sayd the sheriffe,

“I heard noe tydings but good; For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blowe, For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.

190 48. “For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blow,

Itt blowes soe well in tyde,
For yonder comes that wighty yeoman,

Cladd in his capull-hyde.
49. “Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,

Aske of mee what thou wilt have:" “I'le none of thy gold," sayes Robin Hood,

"Nor I'le none of itt have.

36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin

Might have seene a full fayre sight,
To see how together these yeomen went,

With blades both browne and bright; 37. To have seene how these yeomen together

fought
Two howers of a summer's day;
Itt was neither Guy nor Robin Hood

That ffettled them to flye away. 150 38. Robin was reacheles ? on a roote,

And stumbled at that tyde,
And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all,

And hitt him ore the left side.
39. “Ah, deere Lady!” sayd Robin Hoode,

“Thou art both mother and may ! I thinke it was never mans destinye

To dye before his day.” 40. Robin thought on Our Lady deere, And soone leapt up againe,

160 And thus he came with an awkwarde * stroke;

Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.
41. He tooke Sir Guys head by the hayre,

And sticked itt on his bowes end:
“Thou hast beene traytor all thy liffe,

Which thing must have an ende."

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51. “Thou art a madman,” said the shiriffe,

“Thou sholdest have had a knights ffee; Seeing thy asking hath beene soe badd,

Well granted it shall be." 52. But Litle John heard his master speake,

Well he knew that was his steven; ' “Now shall I be loset," quoth Litle John,

“With Christs might in heaven." 53. But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle

John,
Hee thought hee wold loose him belive;?
The sheriffe and all his companye

Fast after him did drive.

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42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,

And nicked Sir Guy in the fface,
That hee was never on a woman borne
Cold tell who Sir Guye was.

170 43. Saies, “Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye,

And with me be not wrothe;
If thou have had the worse stroakes at my

hand,
Thou shalt have the better cloathe.”

54. "Stand abacke! stand abacke!” sayd Robin;

"Why draw you mee soe neere?
Itt was never the use in our countrye

Ones shrift another shold heere."

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58. But he cold neither soe fast goe,

Nor away soe fast runn,
But Litle John, with an arrow broade,

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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN

II. Syr Harry Perssy cam to the walles,

The Skottyssch oste for to se,
And sayd, “And thow hast brente Northom-

berlond,

Full sore it rewyth me. 12. “Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre,

Thow hast done me grete envye;'
For the trespasse thow hast me done,

The tone? of us schall dye.” 13. “Where schall I byde the ?” sayd the Dowglas,

“Or where wylte thow com to me?” 50 “At Otterborne, in the hygh way,

Ther mast thow well logeed be.

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1. Yt felle abowght the Lamasse tyde,

Whan husbondes wynnes' ther haye,
The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym to

ryde,

In Ynglond to take a praye.
2. The yerlle of Fyffe, wythowghten stryffe,

He bowynd hym over Sulway;
The grete wolde ever to-gether ryde;

That raysse : they may rewe for aye. 3. Over Hoppertope hyll they cam in,

And so down by Rodclyffe crage;
Upon Grene Lynton they lyghted dowyn,

Styrande* many a stage.
4. And boldely brente 6 Northom berlond,

And haryed many a towyn;
They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,

To battell that were not bowyn. 5. Than spake a berne upon the bent,

Of comforte that was not colde,
And sayd, “We have brente Northomberlond,

We have all welth in holde. 6. "Now we have haryed all Bamborowe schyre,

All the welth in the world have wee;
I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,

So styll and stalworthlye.”
7. Upon the morowe,' when it was day,

The standerds schone fulle bryght;
To the Newe Castell they toke the waye,

And thether they cam fulle ryght. 8. Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell,

I tell yow wythowtten drede; ?
He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,

And kepte Barwyke upon Twede. 9. To the Newe Castell when they cam,

The Skottes they cryde on hyght, “Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within,

Com to the fylde, and fyght.
10. "For we have brente Northomberlonde,

Thy erytage good and ryght,
And syne & my logeyngo I have take, 39

Wyth my brande dubbyd many a knyght.” 1 dry ? got ready draid "arousing burned & morning doubt since lodging

14. “The roo' full rekeles ther sche rinnes,

To make the game and glee;
The fawken and the fesaunt both,

Amonge the holtes on hye.
15. “Ther mast thow have thy welth at wyll,

Well looged ther mast be;
Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,"
Sayd Syr Harry Perssye.

60 16. “Ther schall I byde the," says the Dowglas,

"By the fayth of my bodye.” “Thether schall I com,” sayd Syr Harry Perssy

My trowth I plyght to the.” 17. A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles,

For soth as I yow saye;
Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke,

And all hys ost that daye.

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18. The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne, For soth withowghten naye;

70 He toke his logeyng at Oterborne,

Upon a Wedynsday.
19. And ther he pyght" hys standerd dowyn,

Hys gettyng more and lesse,
And syne he warned hys men to goo

To chose ther geldynges gresse. 20. A Skottysshe knyght hoved upon the bent,"

A wache I dare well saye;
So was he ware on the noble Perssy

In the dawnyng of the daye.
21. He prycked to hys pavyleon dore,

As faste as he myght ronne;
“Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,

“For Hys love that syttes in trone.

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22. “Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,

“For thow maste waken wyth wynne;' Yender have I spyed the prowde Perssye,

And seven stondardes wyth hym.” 23. “Nay by my trowth,” the Dowglas sayed,

"It ys but a fayned taylle;
He durst not loke on my brede ? banner

For all Ynglonde so haylle. 24. “Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,

That stondes so fayre on Tyne ?
For all the men the Perssy had,

He coude not garres me ones to dyne."

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33. Every man sawe that he dyd soo,

That ryall' was ever in rowght; ? 130 Every man schoote hys horsse hym froo,

And lyght hym rowynde abowght. 34. Thus Syr Hary Perssye toke the fylde,

For soth as I yow saye;
Jhesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght

Dyd helpe hym well that daye.
35. But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,

The cronykle wyll not layne; 8
Forty thowsande of Skottes and fowre

That day fowght them agayne.
36. But when the batell byganne to joyne,

In hast ther cam a knyght;
The letters fayre furth hath he tayne,

And thus he sayd full ryght:
37. “My lorde your father he gretes yow well,

Wyth many a noble knyght;
He desyres yow to byde

That he may see thys fyght. 38. “The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of the

west,
With hym a noble companye;

150 All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,

And the batell fayne wolde they see.” 39. “For Jhesus love," sayd Syr Harye Perssy,

"That dyed for yow and me,
Wende to my lorde my father agayne,

And saye thow sawe me not with yee.* 40. “My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh

knyght,
It nedes me not to layne,
That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent,
And I have hys trowth agayne.

160 41. “And if that I weynde of thys growende,

For soth, onfowghten awaye,
He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght

In hys londe another daye.
42. “Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,

By Mary, that mykkel maye,
Then ever my manhood schulde be reprovyd

Wyth a Skotte another daye.
43. “Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake,
And let scharpe arowes flee;

170 Mynstrells, playe up for your waryson,'

And well quyt it schall bee.

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44. “Every man thynke on hys trewe-love,

And marke hym to the Trenite;
For to God I make myne avowe

Thys day wyll I not flee."
45. The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,

Hys standerde stood on hye,
That every man myght full well knowe;
By syde stode starrës thre.

180 46. The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,

For soth as I yow sayne,
The lucettes ? and the cressawntes both;

The Skottes faught them agayne.
47. Upon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye,

And thrysse they schowte on hyght,
And syne merked them one owr Ynglysshe

men,

As I have tolde yow ryght. 48. Sent George the bryght, owr Ladyes knyght, To name they were full fayne;

190 Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,

And thrysse they schowtte agayne.
49. Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,

I tell yow in sertayne;
Men of armes byganne to joyne,

Many a dowghty man was ther slayne. 50. The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,

That ether of other was fayne;
They swapped together whylls that they

swette,

Wyth swordes of fyne collayne: 0 51. Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes ranne,

As the roke? doth in the rayne;
“Yelde the to me," says the Dowglas,

“Or elles thow schalt be slayne.

57. The stonderdes stode styll on eke a : syde,

Wyth many a grevous grone;
Ther they fowght the day, and all the nyght,

And many a dowghty man was slayne. 58. Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,

But styffely in stowre can stond, 230 Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght

drye,

Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.
59. Ther was slayne upon the Skottës syde,

For soth and sertenly,
Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,

That day that he cowde 2 dye.

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60. The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne,

Grysely 'groned upon the growynd;
Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,

Syr Jhon of Agurstoune.
61. Syr Charllës Morrey in that place,

That never a fote wold flee;
Syr Hewe Maxwell, a lord he was,

Wyth the Dowglas dyd he dye.
62. Ther was slayne upon the Skottës syde,

For soth as I yow saye,
Of fowre and forty thowsande Scottes

Went but eyghtene awaye.
63. Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde,
For soth and sertenlye,

250 A gentell knyght, Syr Jhon Fechewe,

Yt was the more pety.

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52. “For I see by thy bryght bassonet,

Thow arte sum man of myght;
And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;

Thow arte an yerle, or elles a knyght.” 53. “By my good faythe," sayd the noble Perssye,

“Now haste thou rede 8 full ryght; Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,

Whyll I may stonde and fyght.” 54. They swapped together whyll that they swette,

Wyth swordës scharpe and long;
Ych on other so faste they beette,

Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.

64. Syr James Hardbotell ther was slayne,

For hym ther hartes were sore;
The gentyll Lovell ther was slayne,

That the Perssys standerd bore.

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7. This begane in Chyviat the hyls abone,

yerly on a Monnyn-day; Be that it drewe to the oware off none,?

a hondrith fat hartës ded ther lay. 30

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66. The other were slayne in the fylde;

Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo! Seyng' ther was so fewe fryndes

Agaynst so many a foo.
67. Then on the morne they mayde them beerys

Of byrch and haysell graye;
Many a wydowe, wyth wepyng teyres,

Ther makes they fette ? awaye. 68. Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne, Bytwene the nyght and the day;

270 Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,

And the Perssy was lede awaye. 69. Then was ther a Scottysh prisoner tayne,

Syr Hewe Mongomery was hys name; For soth as I yow saye,

He borowed: the Perssy home agayne. 70. Now let us all for the Perssy praye

To Jhesu most of myght,
To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,
For he was a gentyll knyght.

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8. The 8 blewe a mort uppone the bent,

the semblyde on sydis shear; 10 To the quyrry then the Persë went,

to se the bryttlynge 11 off the deare.

9. He sayd, "It was the Duglas promys,

this day to met me hear;
But I wyste he wolde faylle, verament;"

a great oth the Persë swear.

10. At the laste a squyar off Northomberlonde lokyde at his hand full ny;

40 He was war a the doughetie Doglas commynge,

with him a myghttë meany."

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THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT 11. Both with spear, bylle, and brande,

yt was a myghtti sight to se; 1. The Persë owt off Northombarlonde,

Hardyar men, both off hart nor hande, and avowe to God mayd he

wear not in Cristiantë. That he wold hunte in the mowntayns off Chyviat within days thre,

12. The wear 13 twenti hondrith spear-men good, In the magger' of doughtë Dogles,

withoute any feale; and all that ever with him be.

The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde, yth " bowndës of Tividale.

50 2. The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat

he sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away: 13. “Leave of the brytlyng of the dear," he sayd, “Be my feth," says the dougheti Doglas agayn, "and to your boys 15 lock ye tayk good hede; “I wyll lets that hontyng yf that I may.” 10

For never sithe ye wear on your mothars

borne 3. Then the Persë owt off Banborowe cam, with him a myghtee meany,

had ye never so mickle nede." With fifteen hondrith archares bold off blood and bone;

14. The dougheti Dogglas on a stede,

he rode alle his men beforne; the ? wear chosen owt of shyars thre.

His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;

a boldar barne was never born. 4. This begane on a Monday at morn,

in Cheviat the hillys so he; 8 The chylde may rue that ys unborn,

15. "Tell me whos men ye ar," he says, it wos the more pittë.

“or whos men that ye

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Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat 5. The dryvars thorowe the woodës went,

chays, for to reas the dear;

in the spyt of myn and of me." Bomen byckarte uppone the bent 10 with ther browd aros cleare.

Ideer ? several 8

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