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GOD prosper long our noble King, our Lives and Safeties all: A woful Hunting once there did in Chevy-Chase befall. To drive the Deer with Hound and Horn, Earl Piercy took his Way. The Child may rue that is unborn the Hunting of that Day. The stout Earl of Northumberland a Vow to God did make, His Pleasures in the Scottish Woods three Summers Days to take; The chiefest Harts in Chevy Chace to kill and bear away. The Tydings to Earl Douglas came in Scotland, where he lay; W[ho] 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 G[r]eyhound swiftly run to chase the Fallow Deer, On Monday they began to hun when Day light did appear, And long before high noon they had an hundred fat Bucks slain, Then having dind the Drovers went to rouse them up again.
The Bowmen musterd on the Hills, well able to endure. Their Back sides all with special Care, that Day were guarded sure. The Hounds ran swiftly thro the Wood, the nimble Deer to take, And with their Cries the Hills and Dales an Eccho shrill did make. Lord Piercy to the Quarry went, to view the tender Deer. Quoth he, Earl-Douglas promised this Day to meet me here: If that I thought he would not come; no longer would I stay. Then stept a brave young Gentleman, thus to the Earl did say: Lo! yonder doth Earl Douglas come, his Men in Armour bright; Full twenty hundred Scottish Spears, all marching in-our Sight; All Men of pleasant Tiviotdale, fast by he River Tweed. Then ceaset your Sport, Earl Piercy said, and take your Bows with Speed: And now with me, my Countrymen, your Courage forth advance; For never was there Champion yet in Scotland or in France, That ever did on Horseback come, But if my Hap it were, I durst encounter Man for Man With him to break a Spear.
Douglas on a milk-white-steed, Much like a Baron bold, Rodo fremost of his Company, wheoe Armour shone like Gold. Shew me, said he, whose Men you be, hat hunt so boldly here; That without my Consent dare chase and kill my Fallow Deer. The first that did the Answer make was noble Piercy he, Who said, we list not to declare, or shew whose Men we be; Yet we will spend our dearest Blood, the chiefest Harts to slay. Then Douglas swore a solemn Oath, and thus in Rage did say: Before I will out braved be, one of us two shall die: I know thee well, an Earl thou art, Lord Piercy, so am I. But trust me, Piercy, I think it were a great Offence to kill Any of these our harmless Men, for they have done no Ill; Let thou and I the Battle 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, I would not have it told, to Henry our King for Shame, That eer my Captain fought on Foot, and I stood looking on: You are two Earls, said Witherington, and I a Squire alone; Ill do the best, that do I may, whilst I have Power to stand; Whilst I have Power to wield my Sword Ill fight with Heart and Hand. Our English Archers bent their Bow their Hearts were good and true; At the first Flight of Arrows sent, full threescore Scots they slew. To drive the Deer with Hound and Horn Earl Douglas had the Bent. The Captains, movd with muckle Pride, their Spears to Shivers sent. They closd full fast on every Side, no [s]lackness there was found; Whilst many a gallant Gentleman lay gasping on the Ground. Oh, Christ! it was a Grief to see, and likewise for to hear, The Groans of Men lying in their Gore, and scatterd here and there At last these two great Earls did meet, like Captains of great Might, Like Lions movd, they laid on Loads, and made a bloody Fight; They fought until they both did sweat, with Swords of temperd Steel, Until the Blood, like Drops of Rain, they trickling down did feel.
Yield thee, Earl Piercy, Douglas, said in faith I will thee bring, Where thou shalt high advanced be by James our Scottish King: Thy Ransom I will freely give, and thus report of thee, Thou art the most courageous Knight that ever I did see. To the Earl Douglas, Piercy said, thy Proffers 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 Earl Douglas to the Hear, a deep and deadly Blow; Who never spoke more Words than 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 Douglas, for thy Sake 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, who saw Earl Douglas die, Who strait in Wrath did vow Revenge upon the Lord Piercy; Sir Hugh Montgomery was he calld, who with a Spear most bright, Well mounted on a gallant Steed, rode fiercely thro the Fight, And passd our English Archers all, without all Dread and Fear; And through Earl Piercys Body then he thrust his hateful Spear; With such a vehement Force and Might he did his Body gore, That the Spear went thro the other Side a full Cloth-Yard and more: So thus did both these Nobles die, 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 Cloth Yard long unto the Head drew he; Against Sir Hugh Montgomery aright his Shaft he set: The grey Goose Wing that was thereon in his Hearts Blood was wet. This Fight did last from Break of Day, ill Setting of the Sun; For when they rung the Evening Bell, the Battle scarce was done. Witth the Earl Piercy there were slain, Sir John of Ogerton, Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James that bold baron;
With good Sir John and good Sir James both Knights of good Account, Good Sir Ralph Rabbin there was slains 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 Douglas there were slain, Sir Hugh Montgomery, Sir Charles Currel, that from the Field Foot would one never flee; Sir Charles Murrel of Ratcliff too, his Sisters Son was he; Sir David Lamb, so esteemd, they saved could not be. And the Lord Maxwell in likewise did with Earl Douglas die. Of Twenty Hundred Scotish Spears, scarce Fifty five did fly. Of Fifteen Hundred Englishmen went home but Fifty-three: The rest were slain in Chevy Chase, under the Green wood Tree. Next Day did many Widows come, their Husbands to bewail: They washd their Wounds in briny Tears, yet all would not prevail. Their Bodies, bathd in purple Gore, with them they bore away, And kissd them dead a thousand Time when they were clad in Clay. The News was brought to Edinburgh, where Scotlands King did reign, That the Earl Douglas suddenly was with an Arrow slain. Oh, heavy News! King James did say, Scotland can Witness be, I have not any Captain more of such Account as he. Like Tidings to King Henry came, within as little Space, That Piercy of Northumberland was slain in Chevy-Chace. Then God be with him, said our King, sith twill no better be; I trust I have, within my Realm, Five hundred good as he; Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say, but I will Vengeance take, And be revenged on them all, for my Lord Piercys Sake This Vow the King full well performd after at Humble-Down, Where fifty Scotish Earls were slain, with Men of great Renown; And of the rest, of [s]mall Account, did many Thousands die. Thus ended the Hunting of Chevy Chace, made by the Lord Piercy. God save the King, and bless the Land in Plenty, Joy, and Peace: And grant henceforth, that foul Debate twixt Noblemen may cease