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R216026 6 UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN UNKNOWN Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame the same Tune UNKNOWN The Same Tune GOd prosper long our Noble King, / our lives and safties all, Our english archers bent their bows / their hearts were good & true, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 66 3: 67 A Memorable Song on the unhappy hunting in Chevy-Chase, between Earl / Piercy of England, and Earl Dowglas of Scotland. A Memorable Song on the unhappy hunting in Chevy-Chase, between Earl Piercy of England, and Earl Dowglas of Scotland. A Memorable Song on the unhappy hunting in Chevy Chase, between Earl Percy of England, and Earl Douglas of Scotland. 1663-1663 F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright

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GOd prosper long our Noble King, our lives and safties all, A woful hunting once there did in Chevy Chase befall: To drive the Deer with hound & horn Earl Piercy took his way, The child may rue that is unborn, the hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Nurthumberland a vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish Woods three summers days to take. The chiefest hearts in Chevy Chase to kill and bear away, These tydings to Earl Dowglas came, in Scotland where he lay. Who sent Earl Piercy present word, he would prevent his sport, The English Earl not fearing this, did to the woods resort, With fifteen hundred Bowmen bold, all chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need, to aim their shafts aright. The gallant gray-hounds swiftly ran to chase the Fallow Deer. On Munday they began to hunt, when day light did appear, And long before high noon they had an hundred fat bucks slain, Then having dind the Drovers went to rouze them up again. The Bow-men mustred on the hills well able to endure, Their backsides all with special care that day were guarded sure, The hounds ran swiftly through the woods the nimble Deer to take, And with their cries the hills & dails an Eccho shrill did make. Lord Piercy to the Quarry went, to view the tender Deer, Quoth he, Earl Dowglas promised this day to meet me here, But if I thought he would not come, no longer would I stay, With that a brave young Gentleman thus to the Earl did say. Lo yonder doth Earl Dowglas come, his men in armour bright, Full twenty hundred Scottish spears all marching in our sight.
All men of pleasant Tividale fast by the River Tweed, Then cease your sport Earl Piercy said, and take your bows with speed. And now with me my Countrymen, your courage forth advance, For never was their Champion yet, in Scotland or in France, That ever did on horse-back come but if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, with him to break a spear. Earl Dowglas on a milk-white steed most like a Baron bold, Rode foremost of the company, whose armour shone like gold, Shew me (he said) whose men you be that hunt so boldly here, That without my consent do chase and kill my fallow Deer. The man that first did answer make was noble Piercy he, Who said we list not to declare, nor shew whose men we be: Yet will we spend our dearest blood, thy chiefest Harts to slay, Then Dowglas swore a solemn oath and thus in rage did say. Ere thus I will outbraved be, one of us two shall dye, I know the well, an Earl thou art, Lord Piercy, so am I; But trust me Piercy pitty it were, and great offence to kill, Any of these our harmless men, for they have done no ill. Let thou and I the battel try. and set our men aside, Accurst be he Lord Piercy said, by whom this is denyd. Then stept a gallant Squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said he would not have it told to Henry our King for shame. That ere my Captain fought on foot and I stood looking on; you be two Earls; said Witherington and I a Squire alone. Ile do the best that do I may, while I have power to stand, While I have power to weild my sword ile fight with heart & hand.
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Our english archers bent their bows their hearts were good & true, At the first flight of Arrows sent, full threescore Scots they slew, To drive the Deer with hound & horn Earl Dowglas bad the bent A Captain movd with mickle pride the Spears to shivers went. They closd full fast on every side no slackness there was found, And many a gallant Gentleman lay gasping on the ground. O Christ it was great grief to see, and likewise for to hear, The cries of men lying in their gore and scattered here and there. At last these 2 stout Earls did meet, like Captains of great might, Like Lions movd they laid on load, and made a cruel fight. Th[e]y fought until they both did sweat with swords of tempered steel, Until the blood like drops of rain, they trickling down did feel. Yeild the Lord Piercy, Dowglas said in faith I will thee bring, Where thou shalt high advanced be by James our Scottish King, Thy ransome I will freely give, and thus report of thee, Thou art the most couragious Knight that ever I did see. No Dowglas, quod Earl Piercy then, thy proffer I do scorn, I will not yield to any Scot that ever yet was born. With that there came an arrow keen out of an English Bow. Which struck O Dowglas to the heart a deep and deadly blow, Who never spoke more words then these fight on my merry men all, For why my life is at an end, Lord Piercy sees my fall. Then leaving life, Earl Piercy took the dead man by the hand. And said, Earl Dowglas for thy life, would I had lost my Land. O Christ my very heart doth bleed, with sorrow for thy sake, For sure a more renowned Knight, mischance did never take.
A Knight amongst the Scots there was, which saw Earl Dowglas dye, Who straight in wrath did vow re-venge, upon the Earl Piercy. Sir Hugh Montgomery was he cald who with a Spear most bright, Well mounted on a gallant Steed, ran fiercely through the fight. And past the English archers all without all dread or fear, And through Earl Piercies body then he thrust his hateful Spear. With such a vehement force & might he did his body gore, The spear went through the other side, a large cloth yard and more. So thus did both these nobles dye, whose courage none could stain, An English archer then perceivd the Noble Earl was slain. He had a Bow bent in his hand, made of a trusty tree, An arrow of a cloath yard long, unto the head drew he. Against Sir Hugh Montgomerie, so right his Shaft he set, the grey-goose wing that was thereon in his heart blood was wet. This fight did last from break of day till setting of the Sun. For when they rung the evening bell, the battle scarce was done. With that Earl Piercy there was slain Sir John of Ogerton. Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James that bold Baron. And with sir George & good sir James both Knights of good account, Good sir Ralph Rabby there was slain whose prowess did surmount. For Witherington needs must I wail, as one in doleful dumps, For when his legs were smitten off he fought upon his stumps. And with Earl Dowglas there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery, Sir Charles Currel that from the field one foot would never flye. Sir Charles Murrel of Ratcliff too his sisters Son was he, Sir David Lamb so well esteemd yet saved could not be.
And the Lord Markwel in likewise, did with Earl Dowglas dye, Of twenty hundred Scottish spears scarce fifty five did flye. Of fifteen hundred English men went home but fifty three, The rest were slain in Chevy-Chase under the Green-Wood tree. Next Day did many Widdows come their Husbands to bewail, They washt their wounds in brinish tears but all would not prevail. Their bodies bathd in purple blood, they bore with them away, They kist them dead a thousand times when they were clad in clay. This news was brought to Edenburg, where Scotlands King did reign. That brave Earl Dowglas suddenly was with an arrow slain. O heavy news King James did say, Scotland can witness be, I have not any Captain more, of such account as he. Like tydings to King Henry came, within as short a space, That Piercy of Northumberland was slain in Chevy-Chase: Now God be with him, said our King, sith twill no better be, I trust I have within my Realm, five hundred as good as he. Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say but I will vengeance take, And be revenged on them all, for brave Earl Piercies sake. This vow full well the King performd, after on Humble Down, In one day fifty Knights were slain, with Lords of great renown. And of the rest of small account did many hundreds dye, Thus ended the hunting of Chevy-Chase made by the Earl piercie. God save the King and bless the land in plenty, joy, and peace, And grant henceforth that foul debate twixt Noble men may cease.
FINIS. Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright.