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Sir Jorg the worthè Lovele

A knight of great renowen,

Sir Raff the rych 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,
Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne.

Ther was slayne with the dougheti Douglas
Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry,

Sir Davye Lwdale, that worthè was,
His sistars son was he:

Sir Charles a Murrè, in that place,
That never a foot wolde fle;
Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was,
With the Duglas dyd he dey.

So on the morrowe the mayde them byears
Off byrch, and hasell so 'gray;'
Many wedous with wepyng tears
Cam to fach 48 ther makys a-way.

Tivydale may carpe

49 off care,

Northombarlond may mayk grat mone,

For towe such captayns, as slayne wear thear,
On the march perti shall never be none.

Wordeys commen to Edden burrowe,

To Jamy the Skottishe kyng,

That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches,
He lay slean Chyviot with-in.

His handdes did he weal 50 and wryng,
He sayd, Alas, and woe ys me!
Such another captayn Skotland within,
He sayd, y-feth shud never be.

Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone
Till the fourth Harry our kyng,

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!

46 Fetch.

49 Lament.

60 Wail.

I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde,

As good as ever was hee:

But Persè, and I brook 51

my lyffe, Thy deth well quyte 52 shall be.

As our noble kyng made his a-vowe,
Lyke a noble prince of renowen,
For the deth of the lord Persè,

He dyd the battel of Hombyll-dowr

Wher syx and thritte 53 Skottish knyghtes
On a day wear beaten down:

Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,
Over castill, towar, and town.

This was the hontynge off the Cheviat;
That tear begane this spurn:

Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe,
Call it the Battell of Otterburn.

At Otterburn began this spurne

Uppon a monnyn day:

Ther was the dougghtè Doglas slean,

The Persè never went away

Ther was never a tym on the march partes

Sen 4 the Doglas and the Persè met,

But yt was marvele, and the redde blude ronne not.
As the reane doys in the stret.

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This form of the Ballad was probably written not much later than the time of Queen Elizabeth. It is the one criticised by Addison is the 'Spectator,' Nos. 70 and 74.

God prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safetyes all;

A woefull hunting once there did
In Chevy-Chace befall;

To drive the deere with hound and horne,

Erle Percy took his way;

The child may rue that is unborne,

The hunting of that day.

The stout Erle of Northumberland
A vow to God did make,

His pleasure in the Scottish woods
Three summers days to take;

The cheefest harts in Chevy-Chace
To kill and beare away.

These tydings to Erle Douglas came,
In Scottland where he lay:

Who sent Erle Percy present word,
He wold prevent his sport.

The English Erle, not fearing that,
Did to the woods resort

With fifteen hundred bow-men bold;
All chosen men of might,

Who knew full well in time of neede
To ayme their shafts arright.

The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,
To chase the fallow deere:
On munday they began to hunt
Ere day-light did appeare;

And long before high noone they had
An hundred fat buckes slaine;
Then having dined, the drovyers went
To rouze the deare againe.

The bow-men mustered on the hills,

Well able to endure;

Theire backsides all, with speciall care,

That day were guarded sure.

The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,
The nimble deere to take,

That with their cryes the hills and dales
An eccho shrill did make.

Lord Percy to the quarry went,
To view the slaughter'd deere:
Quoth he, "Erle Douglas promised
This day to meet me heere:

But if I thought he wold not come,

Noe longer wold I stay."

With that, a brave younge gentleman
Thus to the Erle did say:

"Loe, yonder doth Erle Douglas come,
His men in armour bright;
Full twenty hundred Scottish speres
All marching in our sight;

All men of pleasant Tivydale,
Fast by the river Tweede: "

"O, cease your sports," Erle Percy said,
"And take your bowes with speede:

And now with me, my countrymen,
Your courage forth advance;
For there was never champion yett,
In Scotland or in France,

That ever did on horsebacke come,
But if my hap it were,

I durst encounter man for man,
With him to break a spere."

Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede,

Most like a baron bold,

Rode formost of his company,

Whose armour shone like gold.

"Show me," sayd hee, "whose men you bee,

That hunt soe boldly heere,

That, without my consent, doe chase

And kill my fallow-deere."

The first man that did answer make,
Was cole Percy hee;

Who say, "Wee list not to declare,
Nor shew whose men wee bee:

Ye wee will spend our deerest blood,
Thy cheefest harts to slay."

Then Douglas swore a solempne oathe,
And thus in rage did say,

"Ere thus I will out-braved bee,
One of us two shall dye:

I know thee well, an erle thou art:
Lord Percy, soe am I.

But trust me, Percy, pittye it were,

And great offence to kill
Any of these our guiltlesse men,

For they have done no ill.

Let thou and I the battell trye,
And set our men aside."
"Accurst bee he," Erle Percy sayd,
By whome this is denyed."

Then stept a gallant squier forth,
Witherington was his name,
Who said, "I wold not have it told
To Henry our king for shame,

That ere my captaine fought on foote,
And I stood looking on,

You bee two erles," sayd Witherington,
"And I, a squier alone:

Ile doe the best that doe I may,

While I have power to stand:
While I have power to weeid my sword,
Ile fight with hart and hand.”

Our English archers bent their bowes,
Their harts were good and trew;
Att the first flight of arrowes sent,
Full four-score Scots they slew.

'[Yet bides Earl Douglas on the bent,
As Chieftain stout and good.

As valiant Captain, all unmov'd
The shock he firmly stood.

His host he parted had in three,
As Leader ware and try'd,
And soon his spearmen on their foes
Bare down on every side.

Throughout the English archery
They dealt full many a wound:
But still our valiant Englishmen
All firmly kept their ground:

1 The four stanzas here inclosed in Brackets, which are borrowed chiefly from the ancient Copy, are affered to the Reader instead of the following lines, which occur in the Editor's folo M5.1

To drive the deere with hound and horne,

Douglas bade on the bent;

Two captaines moved with mickle might,
Their speres to shivers went.

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