The Persè leanyde on his brande, And sawe the Duglas de; He tooke the dede man be the hande, And sayd, Wo ys me for the! 55 To have savyde thy lyffe I wold have pertyd with My landes for years thre, For a better man of hart, nare of hande Was not in all the north countrè. 60 Off all that se a Skottishe knyght, Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry, He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght; 65 A dynte, that was full soare; With a suar spear of a myghtè tre Clean thorow the body he the Persè bore, Athe tothar syde, that a man myght se, Then that day slain wear thare. * V. 74, ber. PC. V. 78, ther. PC. 75 An archar of Northomberlonde Say slean was the lord Persè, 80 He bar a bende-bow in his hande, Was made off trusti tre: An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang, A dynt, that was both sad and soar, 85 He sat on Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry. The dynt yt was both sad and ‘soar,' The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar, With his hart blood the wear wete.* 90 Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle, Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre, With many a bal ful brande. This battell begane in Chyviat The battell was nat half done. The tooke 'on' on ethar hand Be the lyght off the mone; 95 100 V. 80, Say, i. e. sawe. V. 84, haylde. pc. V. 87, sar. PC. *This incident is taken from the battle of Otterbourn; in which Sir Hugh Montgomery, Knt. (son of John Lord Montgomery) was Islain with an arrow. Vide Crawfurd's Peerage. Many hade no strenght for to stande, In Chyviat the hyllys abone. Of fifteen hondrith archers of Ynglonde Of twenty hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde, 105 But all wear slayne Cheviat within : The hade no strengthe to stand on he : The chylde may rue that is un-borne, It was the mor pittè. Thear was slayne with the lord Persè Sir John of Agerstone, Sir Roger the hinde Hartly, 110 Sir Wyllyam the bolde Hearone. Sir Jorg the worthè Lovele 115 A knyght of great renowen, Sir Raff the ryche Rugbè With dyntes wear beaten dowene. For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, He knyled and fought on hys kne. 120 Ther was slayne with the dougheti Douglas Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry, Sir Davye Lwdale, that worthè was, 125 His sistars son was he: Sir Charles a Murrè, in that place, So on the morrowe the mayde them byears Many wedous with wepyng tears, Cam to fach ther makys a-way. Tivydale may carpe off care, * Northombarlond may mayk grat mone, For towe such captayns, as slayne wear thear, 130 135 V. 132, gay. PC. V. 136, mon. PC. V. 138, non. PC. For the names in this and the foregoing page, see the remarks at the end of the next ballad. * A common pleonasm, see the next poem, Fit 2nd, v. 155. So Harding in his Chronicle, chap. 140, fol. 148, describing the death of Richard 1., says, He shrove him then unto Abbots thre With great sobbyng.... and wepyng teares. So likewise Cavendish, in his Life of Cardinal Wolsey, chap. 12, p. 31, 4to. "When the Duke heard this, he replied with weeping teares," &c. Word ys commen to Edden-burrowe To Jamy the Skottishe kyng, 140 That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches, He lay slean Chyviot with-in. His handdes dyd he weal and wryng, He sayd, Alas, and woe ys me! Such another captayn Skotland within, 145 He sayd, y-feth shuld never be. Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone That lord Persè, leyff-tennante of the Merchis, He lay slayne Chyviat within. God have merci on his soll, sayd kyng Harry, Good lord, yf thy will it be! 150 I have a hondrith captayns in Yynglonde, he sayd, As good as ever was hee: But Persè, and I brook my lyffe, Thy deth well quyte shall be. As our noble kyng made his a-vowe, For the deth of the lord Persè, 155 He dyd the battel of Hombyll-down : 160 V. 146, ye seth. PC. V. 149, cheyff tennante. PC. |