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R38044 2 Flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fame to the same Tune Chevy Chase To the Same Tune GOd prosper long our Noble King, / our lives and safeties all, SIr Hugh Montgomery was he cal'd, / who with a Speare full bright, Manchester Central Library Blackletter Ballads Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 7 [A] Memorable Song on the unhappie Hunting in Chevie-Chase, betweene Earle Piercie of / England, and Earle Dowglas of Scotland. A Memorable Song on the unhappy Hunting in Chevy-Chase, between Earl Piercey of England, and Earle Douglas of Scotland. 1645-1645 E. Wright

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GOd prosper long our Noble King, our lives and safeties all, A wofull Hunting once there did in Chevie-Chase befall: To drive the Deer with hound and horn, Earle Piercy tooke his way, The child may rue that is unborn the hunting of that day. The stout Earle of Northumberland, vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods, three Summers dayes to take: The chiefest Harts in Chevie-Chase, to kill and beare away, These tydings to Earl Dowglas came in Scotland where he lay. Who sent Earle Piercy present word, he would prevent his sport, The English Earle not fearing this, did to the woods resort, With fifteene hundred Bow-men bold, all chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of war, to aime their Shafts aright. The gallant Grey-hound swiftly ran to chase the Fallow Deere, [O]n Monday they began to hunt [w]hen day[-]light did appeare. [A]nd long before high-noone they had an hundred fat Bucks slaine, [Th]en having din'd, the Drovers went [t]o rowze them up againe. [T]he Bow-men mustred on the Hills, well able to endure, [Th]eir back-sides all with speciall care that day were guarded sure: [T]he Hounds ran swiftly through the woods, [t]he nimble Deere to take, [That] with their cryes the hils and dales [a]n eccho shrill did make. [Lord] P[i]ercy to the Quarry went, [to] view the tender Deere, [Qu]oth he, Earle Dowglas promised [t]his day to meet me here; [But] if I thought he would not come, [no l]onger would I stay, [With t]hat a brave young Gentleman [thus t]o the Earl did say: [Loe, yo]nder doth Earl Dowglas come, [his m]en in armour bright, [Full tw]enty hundred Scottish Spears, [all marchi]ng in our sight; [All pleasant m]en of Tevidale, [fast by the] River Tweed,
Then cease your sport Earl Piercy said, and take your Bowes with speed. And now with me my Countrey-men, your courage forth advance, For never was there Champion yet in Scotland or in France, That ever did on horse-back come, but if my hap it were, I durst incounter man for man, with him to breake a Speare. Earl Dowglas on a Milk white Steed, most like a Baron bold, Rode formost of the company, whose Armour shone like gold: Shew me (said he) whose me ye be, that hunt so boldly here, That without my consent doe chase, and kill my Fallow Deere? 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 we will spend our dearest blood, thy chiefest Harts to slay, Then Dowglas swore a solemn oath, and thus in rage did say: Er[e] thus I will out-braved be, one of us [t]wo sh[a]ll dye, I know thee well, a[n] Earle thus art, Lord Piercy, so am I; But trust me Piercy pittie it were, and great offence to kill Any of these our harmlesse men, for they have done no ill. Let thou and I the Battell try, and set our men aside: Accurst be he, Lord Piercy said, by whom it 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 ere my Captaine fought on foot, and I stood looking on, You two be Earls, quoth Witherington and I a Squire alone; Ile doe the best that doe 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 flight of Arrowes sent, full fourscore Scots they slew. To drive the Deer with hound and horn, Dowglas bad on the bent, A Captaine mov'd with mickle pride, the Speares to shivers went. They clos'd full fast on every side, no slacknesse there was found, And many a gallant Gentleman lay gasping on the ground: O Christ, it was a griefe to see, and likewise for to heare The cryes of men lying in their gore, and scattered here and there. At last there two stout Earles did meet, like Captaines of great might, Like Lyons mov'd they layd on load, and made a cruell fight; They fought untill they both did sweat with swords of tempered steele, Untill the blood like drops of raine they trickling downe did feele. Yeeld thee Lord Piercy, Dowglas said, in faith I will thee bring, Where thou shalt high advanced be by James our Scottish King; Thy ransome will I freely give, and thus report of thee, Thou art the most couragious Knight as ever I did see. No Dowglas, q[u]oth Earle Piercy then thy proffers I doe scorne, I will not yeeld to any Scot that ever yet was borne: With that there came an Arrow keen, but of an England Bow, And struck Earl Dowglas to the heart, a deep and deadly blow. Who never spak more words then these fight on my merry men all, For why my life is at an end, Earles 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 redoubted Knight mischance did neer take. A Knight among the Scots there was which saw Earle Dowglas dye, Who strait in wrath did vow reveng[e] upon the Earle Piercy. The Second Part, to the same Tune.
SIr Hugh Montgomery was he cal'd, who with a Speare full bright, Well 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 hatefull Speare, With such a vehement force and might his body he did gore, The staffe came through the other side a large cloth-yard and more: Thus did both these stout Nobles dye, whoes courage none could staine, An English Archer then perceiv'd the Noble Earle was slaine: He had a good Bow in his hand, made of a trustie Tree, An Arrow of a cloth-yard long unto the head drew he; Against Sir Hugh Montgomery, so right his shaft he set, The Grey-goose wing that was thereon in his heart blood was wet. The 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 stout Earl Piercy there was slain Sir John of Ogerton, Sir Robert Ratcliffe, 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 prowesse did surmount: For Witherington needs must I waile, as one in dolefull 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 Morrell, that from the field one foot would never flye: Sir Charles Morrell of Harcliffe too, his Sisters son was he, Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd, but sav'd he could not be. And the Lord Markwell in like case, did with Earle Dowglas dye, Of twentie hundred Scottish Speares, scarce fiftie five did flye:
Of fifteene hundred Englishmen, went home but fiftie three, The rest were slain in Chevie-Chase, under the green-wood Tree. Next day did many widowes come, their husbands to bewaile, They washt their wounds with brinish tears, but all could not prevaile; Their bodies bath'd in purple blood, they bore with them away, They kist them dead a thousand times, ere they were clad in clay. This news was brought to Edenburg, where Scotlands King did raigne, That brave Earle Dowglas suddenly was with an Arrow slaine: O heavie news King James did say, Scotland can witnesse be, I have not any Captaine more of such account as he. Like tydings to King Henry came, within as short a space, That Piercy of Northumberland was slaine in Chevie-Chase: Now God be with him, said our King, since 'twill no better be, I trust I have within my Realme 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 the King did well performe, after on Humble Downe, In one day fiftie Knights were slaine, with Lords of high renowne. And of the rest of small account, did many hundred dye, Thus ended the Hunting in Chevie-Chase, made by the Lord Piercy. God save the King and blesse this Land with Plentie, Joy, and Peace, And grant henceforth that all debate Noblemen may cease.
FINIS. London, Printed for E. Wright, dwelling in Gilt-spurstreet.