%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A Lamentable / BALLAD. / Of a Combat lately Fought, near LONDON, between / Sir. James Steward, and Sir George Wharton: / Who were both Slain near Waltham. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 06/23/2014 33227

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1 (Tune down Plumpton-Park,) &c UNKNOWN (Tune down Plumpton-Park,) &c IT grieves my heart to tell the woe, / that did near London late befal, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 706 A Lamentable / BALLAD. / Of a Combat lately Fought, near LONDON, between / Sir. James Steward, and Sir George Wharton: / Who were both Slain near Waltham. A Lamentable BALLAD. Of a Combat lately Fought, near LONDON, between Sir. James Steward, and Sir George Wharton: Who were both Slain near Waltham. A Lamentable BALLAD. Of a Combat lately Fought, near LONDON, between Sir James Steward, and Sir George Wharton: Who were both Slain near Waltham. ?-?

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IT grieves my heart to tell the woe, that did near London late befal, On Martlemas-eve, O woe is me, I grieve the chance and ever shall. Of two right gallant Gentlemen, who very rashly fell at Words, But to their Quarrell could not fall, till they fell both by their keen sword The one Sir George Wharton call'd, the good Lord Wharton's son & heir, The other Sir James a Scottish Knight, a Man that a valiant heart did bear: Near to the Court the Gallants stout, fell out as they agaming were: And in their fury grew so hot, they hardly could from blows forbear Nay kind intreaties could not stay, Sir James from striking in that place, For in the height and heat of Blood,
he struck young Wharton o'er th' face What dost thou mean said Wharton then to strike in such unmanly Sort, That I will take it at thy Hands, the Tongue of Man shall n'eer report, Then do thy worst then said Sir James, and mark me Wharton what I say, There is ne'er a Lord in England breaths shall make me give an inch of way, This Brags too brave stout Wharton said Let our brave English Lords alone, And talk with me that am your foe: for you shall find enough of one, Alas alas said the Scottish Knight, thy Blood and mind's too base for me, Thy oppositions are too bold and will thy dire destruction be, Nay said young Wharton, you mistake,
my courage and valour equals thine, To mak't apparent cast thy Glove, to gage to try as I do mine, Ay said Sir James hast thou such spirit, I did not think within my breast That such a haughty daring heart, as thou mak'st shew of e'er could rest, I enterchange my Glove with thee, take it and point thy Bed of Death, The Field I mean where we must fight, and one for both loose Life and breath, We'll meet near Waltham said Sir George to Morrow that shall be the Day, We'll either take a single man, and try who bears the Bell away, This done together hands they shook, and without any envious sign, They went to Ludgate where they staid and drank each Man his Pint of Wine, No kind of anger might be seen, no words of anger might bewray, But all was fair as calm as cool: as love within their bosoms lay, Till parting time and then Indeed, they shew'd some rancor of their heart George said Sir James next time we meet so sound I know we shall not part, And so they parted both resolv'd, to have their Valour fully try'd, The second part shall briefly show: both how they met and how they dy'd.
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YOung Wharton was the first that came to the appointed Place next Day Who presently 'spy'd Sir James coming, as fast as he could Post away. And being met in manly sort, the Scotch Kt. did to Wharton say, I do not like thy Doublet George, it sits so well on thee to Day: Hast thou no privy Armour on, nor yet no privy Coat of Steel, I never say Lord in all my Life, become a Doublet half so well. Now nay now nay stout Wharton said, Sir James Steward that may not be, I'll not an armed Man come hither, and thou a naked Man truly Our Men shall strip our Doublets George, so shall we know whether of us lye, And then we'll to our Weapans sharp,
ourselves true Gallants for to try Then they stript off their Dublets fair, standing up in their Shirts of Lawn, Follow my Councel the Scoch-man said and Wharton to thee I'll make known Now follow my counsel, I'll follow thine and we'll fight in our Shirts said he, Now nay, now nay young Wharton said Sir James Steward that may not be, Unless we were drunkards & quarrelers, that had no care of our sell, Not caring what we go about, or whether our souls go to heaven or hell We'll first to god bequeath our souls, then next our Corps to dust and clay: With that stout Wharton was the first took Raiper and Poniard there that day Seven thrusts in turns these Gallants had, before one drop of Blood was drawn, The Scottish Kt. then spake valliantly, stout Wharton still thou holdst thy own With the next thrust Wharton thrust, he ran him thro' the Shoulder Bone, The next was thro' the thick o'th thigh thinking he had the Scottish Kt. slain. Then Wharton said to the Scottish Kt. are you a living Man tell me? If there be a Surgeon in England can, he shall cure your wounds right speedily Now nay now nay, the Scottish Kt. said, Sir George Wharton that may not be, The one of us shall the other kill, e'er off this Ground that we do flee. Then in amaze Sir George lookt back, to see what Company was nigh- they both had dangerous marks of death, yet neither would from the other fly. But both thro' Body wounded sore, with courage lusty strong and sound, They made a deadly desperate close, and both fell dead unto the Ground. Our English Kt. was the first that fell, the Scottish Knight fell immediately, Who cried both to Jesus Christ, receive our Souls O Lord we dye, God bless our noble King and Queen, and all the noble Progeny, That Britain still may live in one, in perfect love and unity. Thus to conclude I make an end, wishing that quarrels still may cease, And that we still may live in love, in prosperous state, in Joy and Peace.