Part II
A Knight amongst the Scotts there was,
Which saw Erle Douglas dye,
Who streight in hart did vow revenge
Upon the Lord Percye.
Sir Hugh Mountgomerye was he called,
Who, with a spere full bright,
Well mounted on a gallant steed,
Ran feircly through the fight,
And past the English archers all,
Without all dread or feare,
And through Erle Percyes body then
He thrust his hatfull spere,
With such a vehement force and might,
That his body he did gore,
The staff ran through the other side
A large cloth yard and more.
Thus did both those nobles dye,
Whose courage none cold staine,
An English archer then perceived
The noble Erle was slaine,
He had a good bow in his hand
Made of a trusty tree;
An arrow of a cloth yard long
To the hard head haled hee,
Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye
His shaft full right he sett;
The grey goose winge that was there-on,
In his harts bloode was wett.
This fight from breake of day did last
Till setting of the sun,
For when they rung the Evening bell
The battele scarse was done.
With stout Erle Percy there was slaine
Sir John of Egerton,
Sir Robert Harcliffe and Sir William,
Sir James that bold barron;
And with Sir George and Sir James,
Both Knights of good account;
And good Sir Raphe Rebbye there was slaine,
Whose prowesse did surmount.
For Witherington needs must I wayle
As one in doleful dumpes,
For when his leggs were smitten of,
He fought upon his stumpes.
And with Erle Douglas there was slaine
Sir Hugh Mountgomerye,
And Sir Charles Morrell that from feelde
One foote wold never flee;
Sir Roger Hever of Harcliffe tow,—
His sisters sonne was hee,—
Sir David Lamb so well esteemed
But saved he cold not bee;
And the Lord Maxwell in like case
With Douglas he did dye;
Of twenty hundred Scottish speeres,
Scarce fifty five did flye;
Of fifteen hundred Englishmen
Went home but fifty three;
The rest in Chevy-Chase were slaine,
Under the greenwoode 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 blood,
They bore with them away,
They kist them dead a thousand times
Ere they were cladd in clay.
The newes was brought to Eddenborrow
Where Scottland’s King did rayne,
That brave Erle Douglas soddainlye
Was with an arrow slaine.
“O heavy newes!” King James can say,
“Scottland may wittenesse bee
I have not any captaine more
Of such account as hee!”
Like tydings to King Henery came
Within as short a space,
That Percy of Northumberland
Was slaine in Chevy-Chase.
“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 Scottland say
But I will vengeance take,
And be revenged on them all
For brave Erle Percyes sake.”
This vow the King did well performe
After on Humble Downe;
In one day fifty Knights were slayne,
With Lords of great renowne,
And of the rest of small account,
Did many hundreds dye:
Thus endeth the hunting in Chevy-Chase
Made by the Erle Percye.
God save our King, and blesse this land
With plentye, joy, and peace;
And grant hencforth that foule debate
Twixt noble men may ceaze!
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