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1 NONE Chevy Chase GOd prosper long our Noble King, / our lives and safeties all, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 431 An Unhappy Memorable SONG, of the Hunting in CHEVY-CHASE, between Earl Piercy of England, and Earl Douglas of Scotland. An Unhappy Memorable SONG, of the Hunting in CHEVY-CHASE, between Earl Piercy of England, and Earl Douglas of Scotland. An Unhappy Memorable SONG, of the Hunting of CHEVY CHASE, between Earl Percy of England, and Earl Douglas of Scotland. ?-?

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GOD prosper long our noble King, our Lives and Safeties all, A woful hunting once there did In Chevy-chase befal; 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 Northumberland, a vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scotish woods, Three Summer days to take. The chiefest Harts in Chevy-chase, To kill and bear away. The Tidings to Earl Douglas 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 chasts aright, The gallant grayhounds swiftly ran, To chase the Fellow Deer, On Monday they began to hunt when day-light did appear, And long before high noon they had a hundred fat Bucks slain, Then having din'd the Drovers went, To rouze them up again. The Bowmen muster'd 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 woods 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, With that stept forth a brave young man unto the Earl did say, Lo yonder doth Earl Douglas come, his men in armour bright, Full twenty hundred Scotish Peers, all marching in our sight. All men of pleasant Tividale, fast by the river Tweed, Then cease your sport Earl Douglas said and take your Bows with speed, And now with me my Country men, your courage forth advance, For never was a Champion yet in England nor in France, That ever did on horseback come, but since my hap it were I durst encounter man for man, with him to break a spear.
Earl Douglas 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 Fellow Deer. That man that first did answer make, was noble Piercy, he, Who said, we list not to declare, nor shew whose men we be, Yet we will spend our dearest blood, thy chiefest Hart to slay, Then Douglas swore a solemn Oath, and thus in rage did say, E're that I will out braved be, One of us two shall die. I know thee well, and Earl thou art, Lord Piercy so am I. But trust me, Piercy, pity it were, and 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 deny'd. 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 my dear Captain fought on foot, and I stood looking on, You be two Earls, said Witherington, and I a squire alone, I'll do the best that do I may, while I have power to stand, While I have power to yield my sword, I'll fight with heart and hand. Our English Archers bent their bows, 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, A Captain mov'd with mickle pride, the spears to shivers sent. They cross'd full fast on every side, No slackness there was feund, And many a gallant gentleman Lay gasping on the ground. O Christ! it was a grief to see, and likewise for to bear, The cries of men lying in their gore, and scatter'd here and there. At last these two stout Earls did meet, Like Captains of great might, Like Lyons mov'd they laid on, and made a cruel fight, They fought till they both did sweat, with swords of temper'd steel. Until the blood like drops of Rain, they trickling down did fall.
Yield thee, Earl Piercy, Douglas said, in faith I will thee bring, Where thou shall high advanced be by James our Scotish King. Thy ransom I will freely give, and this report of thee, Thou art the most couragious Knight that ever I did see, To Douglas quoth 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 Earl Douglas to the heart 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 me fall. Then leaving Life Earl Piercy took, the dead man by the hand, And said, Earl Douglas 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 ever take. A Knight amongst the Scots there was, which saw Earl Douglas die, Who strait in wrath did vow revenge, upon the Earl Piercy. Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd, who with a spear most bright well mounted on a gallant steed, ran fiercely thro' the fight, And past the English Archers all, without all dread or fear, And thro' Earl Piercy's body then he thrust his hateful spear, With such a vehement force and might, he did his body gore The spear went thro' the other side, a full Cloth yard and more. So thus did these two Nobles die, whose courage none could stain, An English Archer then perceiv'd 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, so right his shaft he set, The Gray goose-wing that was thereon with his heart's 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 the Earl Piercy there was slain Sir John of Overton. Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James that bold Baron;
And with Sir George and good Sir James both Knights of good account, Good Sir Ralph Raby 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 Douglas there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery, Sir Charles Curry, that from the field, one foot would never flee, Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff to, his sister's Son was he, Sir David Lamb so well esteem'd, They said could not be. And the Lord Maxwell likewise, did with Earl Douglas die. Of Twenty hundred English Peers scarce fifty five did flee, Of fifteen hundred Scots men, 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 wash'd their wounds in brinish tears, but all would not prevail, Their bodies bated in purple blood, they bore with them away. They kiss'd them dead a thousand times, when they were clad in clay. This News was brought to Edinburgh, where Scotland's King did reign, That brave Earl Douglas 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 Tidings 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, Since '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 Lord Piercy's sake, This vow full well the King perform'd after an humble down, In one day fifty Knights were slain, with Lords of great Renown, And of the rest of small account, did many Thousands die, Thus ends the hunting of Chevy chase, made by the Earl Piercy, God save the King, and bless the Land, in plenty, joy and peace, And grant hence forth that foul debate, Noblemen may cease.