Yeeld thee, Lord Percy, Douglas fayd; Where thou shalt high advanced bee By James our Scottish king: Thy ranfome I will freely give, And thus report of thee, Thou art the moft couragious knight, That ever I did fee. Noe, Douglas, quoth Earl Percy then, Thy proffer I doe fcorne; I will not yeelde to any Scott, That ever yet was borne. 145 150 Then leaving life, Earl Percy tooke The dead man by the hand; And faid, Earl Douglas, for thy life S 3 160 O Chrift! my very heart doth bleed Mifchance did never take. 165 A knight amongst the Scotts there was, 170 Who ftreight in wrath did vow revenge Upon the Lord Percy : Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd, And paft the English archers all, Without all dread or feare; And thro' Earl Percy's body then He thruft his hatefull fpeare; 175 180 With fuch a vehement force and might He did his body gore, The speare went through the other fide A large cloth-yard, and more, So thus did both thefe nobles dye, The noble earl was flaine; 185 He 1 He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree; Against Sir Hugh Mountgomery, The grey goofe-wing that was thereon, This fight did last from breake of day, For when they rung the evening-bell †, 1 With brave Earl Percy, there was flaine Sir John of Egerton *, 190 195 200 Sc. the Curfew bell, ufually rung at 8 o'clock. For the furnames, fee the Notes at the End of the Ballad *, For For Witherington needs must I wayle, As one in doleful dumpes *; For when his legs were fmitten off, He fought upon his stumpes. 210 And with Earl Douglas, there was flaine Sir Charles Murray, that from the feeld 215 Sir Charles Murray, of Rateliff, too, His fifters fonne was hee; Sir David Lamb, fo well esteem'd, Yet faved cold not be. And the Lord Maxwell in like cafe Of twenty hundred Scottish fperes, Scarce fifty-five did flye. Of fifteen hundred Englishmen, Went home but fifty-three; The reft were flaine in Chevy-Chafe, 220 225 Under the greene wood tree. Next day did many widowes come, Their husbands to bewayle; *. e. "I, as one in deep concern, muft lament." The conftruction bere bas generally bean misunderfood. 230 They They washt their wounds in brinish teares, Their bodyes, bath'd in purple gore, They bare with them away: They kist them dead, a thousand times, 235 When they were cladd in clay. This newes was brought to Edenborrow, Was with an arrow flaine: O heavy newes, King James did say, Scotland can witnesse bee, I have not any captaine more Of fuch account as hee. 240 Like tydings to King Henry came, 245 Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Was flaine in Chevy-Chafe : Now God be with him, faid our king, Sith it will no better bee; I truft I have, within my realme, Yet fhall not Scot nor Scotland fay, But I will vengeance take : 250 |