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R217900 1 Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame GOd prosper long our Noble King, / our lives and safetyes all, SIr Hugh Mongomery was he cal'd, / who with a Speare full bright, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 213 A Memoriable Song on the unhappy hunting in Chevy Chase between Earle Piercy of England / and Earle Dowglas of Scoland. A Memoriable Song on the unhappy hunting in Chevy Chase between Earle Piercy of England and Earle Dowglas of Scoland. A Memorable Song on the unhappy hunting in Chevy Chase between Earl Percy of England and Earl Douglas of Scotland. 1658-1658 F. Coles, T. Vere W Gilbertson

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GOd prosper long our Noble King, our lives and safetyes all, The wofull hunting once there did in Cheevy Chase befaill To drive the Deer with hound and horne Earle 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, [Hi]s pleasure in the Scottish woods three summers dayes to take: [The] chiefest Harts in Chevy-chase [to kill] and bear away, [These tid]ings to Earl Dowglas came, [in Scot]and where he lay, [Who sent Earle Pie]rcy present word, [he would preven]t his sport, [The English E]arl not fearing this, [did to the w]oods resort [With fifee]n hundred Bowmen bold, [all chosen m]en of might, [Who knew f]ull wel in time of need [to aim t]here shafts aright. [The gala]nt Gray-hounds swiftly ran [to chase the] Fallow Deere, [On Monday] they began to hunt. [when day-]light did appear, [And long befo]re high noon they had [an hundred] fat Bucks slain, [Then ha]ving dind the Drovers went [to row]se them up again [The Bow]men mustred on the Hils [well able to] endure [The backsides] all with special care [that day] were guarded sure: [T]he hounds ran swiftly through the woods [th]e nimble Deere to take, [A]nd with their cries the Hils and Dales an Eccho shrill did make [L]ord Piercy to the Quarrey went To vew the tender Deere, [Qu]oth he Earle Dowglas promised this day to meet me here: [B]ut if I thought he would not come, no longer would I stay, [W]ith that a brave young Gentleman thus to the Earle did say, Lo yonder doth Earl Dowglas come, his men in armoar bright, Full twenty hundred Scottish spears all marching in our sight. [A]ll men of pleasant Tividale fall by the Rivers Tweed.
Then cease your sport Earl Piercy said, and take your Bowes with speed. And now with me my Countreymen your courage forth advance, For never was there Champion yet to Scotland or in France, That ever did on horseback come, but if my hap it were 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 wil 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 wil out-braved be, one of us two shall dye, I know thee 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 guiltlesse 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 ever my Captain fought on foot, and I stood looking on: You two be Earles 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 and hand. Our English Archers bent their Bows, their hearts were good and true, At the first sight of Arrows sent,
full four score Scots th[ey] flue, To ortve the Deer with hound and horn Dowglas had on the bent, A Captain movd with mickle pride. the Spears to shivers went. They closd fullfast on every side, no slacknesse 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 heare, The cryes of men lying in their gore, and scattered here and there. At last these two stout Earles did meet, like Captains of great might, Like Lyons movd they laid on load and made a cruel fight: They fought until they both did sweat, with swords of tempered steele, Until the blood like drops of rain. they trickling down did feele. Yeild thee Lord Piercy Dowglas said, in faith I wilt thee bring Were thou shalt high advanced be, by James the Scottish King. Thy Ransome wil I freely give, and thus report of thee, Thou art the most couragious Knight as ever I did see. No Dowglas quoth Earle Piercy then. thy proffer I doe scorn, I will not yeild to any Scot that ever yet was born, With that there came an Arrow keen out of an English Bow, Which struck Earle Dowglas to the hear a deep and deadly blow. Who never spake mere words then these Fighr on my merry men all, For why my life is at an end, Lord Piercy sees my fall. Then leaving life Earle Piercy took the dead man by the hand, And said Earle 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 revenge upon the Earle Piercy
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SIr Hugh Mongomery was he cal[]d, who with a Speare full bright, Wel mounted on a gallant Steed, ran fiercely through the fight, And past the English Archers all, without all dread or feare, And through Earle Piercies body then he thrust his [ha]teful Speare. With such a vehement force and might, he did his body gore, The Speare went through the other side, a large cloth yard and more. So thus did both those Nobles dye, whose courage none could stain, An English Archer then perceivd the Noble Earle was stain: 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 then, so right his shaft he set, The gray-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 Battel scarce was [d]one. With the Earle Piercy there was slain Sir John of Ogerton Sir Robert Ratliffe and Sir John, Sir James that bold Baron, And with Sir George and good sir James both Knights of good account, Good Sir Ralph Fabby there was slain: whose prowesse did surmount: For Witherington needs must I wail, as one in dolefull dumps, For when his legges were smitten oft, he fought upon his stumps. And with Earle Dowglas there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery, Sir Cherles Murrel that from the Field one foot would never flye. Sir Charles Murrel of Ratliffe too, his sisters sisters Son was he, Sir David Lamb so well esteemed yet saves could not be. And the Lord Markwel in likewise, did with Earle Dowglas die Of twenty hundred Scotish peers scarce fiftyfive did flye.
Of fifteen hundred English men went home but fifty thre The rest were slain in Cheevy Chase under the green wood t ree Next day did many widows 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 Edenburgh, where Scotlands King did reign, That brave Earle Douglas suddenly was with an Arrow slain. O heavy Newes King Jomes did say, Scotland can witnesse 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 Northumbersland 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 Scots nor Scotland say, but I will vengeance take, And be revenged on them all, for brave Earle 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 therest of small account did many hundreds dye, T[h]us ended the hunting in Chevy Chase, made by the Earle Piercy. God save the King and blesse the Land[,] in Plenty, Joy, and Peace, And grant henceforth that fouls debate twixt Noble-men may cease.
FINIS. Prined for F. Coles, T. Vere W Gilberson.