For to-morrow morning by ten of the clock,

Both thou and them shall hang on the gallow-tree.'

But Jonnë looke'd over his left shoulder,

Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee! Saying, 'Asking grace of a graceles faceWhy there is none for you nor me.'

But Jonne had a bright sword by his side,
And it was made of the mettle so free,

That had not the king stept his foot aside,
He had smitten his head from his faire boddë.

Saying, 'Fight on, my merry men all,

And see that none of you be taine;

For rather then men shall say we were hange'd,
Let them report how we were slaine.'

Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,
And so besett poore Jonnë rounde,

That fowerscore and tenn of Jonnës best men
Lay gasping all upon the ground.

Then like a mad man Jonnë laide about,
And like a mad man then fought hee,
Untill a falce Scot came Jonnë behinde,
And runn him through the faire boddee.

Saying, 'Fight on, my merry men all,

I am a little hurt, but I am not slain;
I will lay me down for to bleed a while,
Then I'le rise and fight with you again.'

Newes then was brought to young Jonnë Armestrong,
As he stood by his nurses knee,

Who vowed if ere he live'd for to be a man,
O the treacherous Scots revengd hee'd be.

THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN

IT fell about the Lammas tide,
When the muir-men win their hay,
The doughty Douglas bound him to ride
Into England, to drive a prey.

He chose the Gordons and the Græmes, With them the Lindesays, light and gay; But the Jardines wald not with him ride, And they rue it to this day.

And he has burnd the dales of Tyne,
And part of Bambrough shire,

And three good towers on Reidswire fells,
He left them all on fire.

And he marchd up to Newcastle,
And rode it round about:

'O wha's the lord of this castle?
Or wha's the lady o't?'

But up spake proud Lord Percy then,
And O but he spake hie!

I am the lord of this castle,
My wife's the lady gay.

'If thou'rt the lord of this castle,

Sae weel it pleases me,

For, ere I cross the Border fells,
The tane of us shall die.'

He took a lang spear in his hand,
Shod with the metal free,

And for to meet the Douglas there
He rode right furiouslie.

But O how pale his lady lookd,

Frae aff the castle-wa,

When down before the Scottish spear
She saw proud Percy fa.

'Had we twa been upon the green,
And never an eye to see,

I wad hae had you, flesh and fell;
But your sword sall gae wi me.'

'But gae ye up to Otterbourne, And, wait there dayis three,

And, if I come not ere three dayis end, A fause knight ca ye me.'

"The Otterbourne's a bonnie burn;
'Tis pleasant there to be;

But there is nought at Otterbourne
To feed my men and me.

'The deer rins wild on hill and dale,
The birds fly wild from tree to tree;
But there is neither bread nor kale
To fend my men and me.

'Yet I will stay at Otterbourne, Where you shall welcome be;

And, if ye come not at three dayis end,

A fause lord I'll ca thee.'

Thither will I come,' proud Percy said, 'By the might of Our Ladye;' 'There will I bide thee,' said the Douglas, 'My troth I plight to thee.'

They lighted high on Otterbourne,
Upon the bent sae brown;

They lighted high on Otterbourne,
And threw their pallions down.

And he that had a bonnie boy,
Sent out his horse to grass;
And he that had not a bonnie boy,
His ain servant he was.

But up then spake a little page,
Before the peep of dawn:

'O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,
For Percy's hard at hand.'

'Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud!
Sae loud I hear ye lie:
For Percy had not men yestreen
To dight my men and me.

'But I have dreamd a dreary dream,
Beyond the Isle of Sky;

I saw a dead man win a fight,
And I think that man was I.'

He belted on his guid braid sword,
And to the field he ran,

But he forgot the helmet good,

That should have kept his brain.

When Percy wi the Douglas met,

I wat he was fu fain;

They swakked their swords, till sair they swat, And the blood ran down like rain.

But Percy with his good broad sword,
That could so sharply wound,
Has wounded Douglas on the brow,
Till he fell to the ground.

Then he calld on his little foot-page,
And said, Run speedilie,

And fetch my ain dear sister's son,
Sir Hugh Montgomery.

'My nephew good,' the Douglas said, 'What recks the death of ane! Last night I dreamd a dreary dream, And I ken the day's thy ain.

'My wound is deep; I fain would sleep;
Take thou the vanguard of the three,
And hide me by the braken-bush,
That grows on yonder lilye lee.

'O bury me by the braken-bush, Beneath the blooming brier; Let never living mortal ken

That ere a kindly Scot lies here.'

He lifted up that noble lord,

Wi the saut tear in his ee;

He hid him in the braken-bush,

That his merrie men might not see.

The moon was clear, the day drew near,
The spears in flinders flew,

But mony a gallant Englishman
Ere day the Scotsmen slew.

The Gordons good, in English blood
They steepd their hose and shoon;
The Lindsays flew like fire about,
Till all the fray was done.

The Percy and Montgomery met,
That either of other were fain;