%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A memorable Song, made vpon the vnhappy Hunting in Chevy Chase; between the Earle Pea[rcy] / of England, and the Earle Douglas of Scotland. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1625-1625 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/26/2018 36103

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S2552 1 flying Fame Chevy Chase Flying Fameq GOD prosper long our noble King, / our liues and safeties all, 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: 53 A memorable Song, made vpon the vnhappy Hunting in Chevy Chase; between the Earle Pea[rcy] / of England, and the Earle Douglas of Scotland. A memorable Song, made upon the unhappy Hunting in Chevy Chase; between the Earl Pearcy of England, and the Earl Douglas of Scotland. 1625-1625

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GOD prosper long our noble King, our lives and safeties all, A wofull hunting once there did in Chevy chase befall, To drive the Deere with hound & horne Earle Pearcy tooke his way: The child may rue that is unborne, the hunting of that day. The stout Earle of Northumberland, a vow to God did make, His pleasuere in the Scotish woods, three Summer daies to take: The chiefest Harts in Chevy chase to kill and beare away: These tydings to Earle Douglas came, in Scotland where he lay. Who sent Earle Pearcy present word, he would prevent his sport: The English Earle not fearing this, did to the woods resort, With fifteene hundred Bowmen bold, all chosen men of might, Who knew full well in time of need to aime their shafts aright. The gallant grayhounds swiftly ran to chace the Fallow Deere, On Munday they began to hunt, ore daylight did appeare: And long before high noone they had a hundred fat Buckes slaine And having din'd the Drovers went to rouse the Deere againe. The Bowmen mustred on the hills, well able to endure: Their backesides all with speciall care, that day was guarded sure. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods, the nimble Deere to take: That with their cries the hils and dales an Eccho shrill did make. Lord Pearcy to the Quarry went, to view the tender Deere, Quoth he, Earle Douglas pointed once, this day to meet me here: But if I knew he would not come, no longer would I stay; With that a brave yong gentleman thus to the Earle did say. Loe yonder doth Earle Douglas come, his men in armour bright: Full twentie hundred Scottish speares, all marching in our sight: All pleasant men of Tividale, [fast by the Rivers Twe]ed.
Then cease your sports E. Pearcy sayd, and take your bowes with speed. And now with me my Countriemen, your courage forth advance: For never was there Champion yet, of Scotland or of France- That ever did on horsebacke come but if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, with him to breake a speare, E. Douglas on his milke whit Steed, (most like a Baron bold) Rode formost of his company, whose armour shone like gold. Shew me said he whose men 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 Pearcy he, Who said we list not to declare, nor shew whose men we be: Yet will we spend our dearest bloud, thy chiefest harts to slay, Then Douglas swore a solemne oath, and thus in rage did say. Ere thus I will outbraved be, one of us two shall dye: I know thee well an Earle thou art, Lord Pearcy so am I. And trust me Pearcy pity it were, and great offence to kill, Any of these our guiltlesse men, for they have done none ill. Let thou and I the battell try, and set our men aside: Accurst be he, Earle Pearcy said, by whom it is denide. 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 Earles quoth Witherington and I a Squire alone. Ile doe the best that doe I may, while I have power to stand: Whilest I have strength to wield my word Ile fight with heart and hand. Our English archers bent their bowes, their hearts were good and true [At the first flight of Arrows sent,]
full fourescore Scots they sl[ue.] To drive the Deere w[ith hound and horn] Douglas bad [on the bent,] A Captaine m[ov'd with mickle pride,] the Speare[s to shivers went.] They clos'd [full fast on every side,] no slackne[sse there was found,] And many ga[llant Gentlemen] lay gasping o[n the ground;] O Christ it was g[reat grief to see,] how each one ch[?] And how the blood out of [?] did gush like waters [?] At last the two stout Earles [did meet,] [lik]e Captaines of great mi[ght,] Like Lyons mov'd they laid 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 [rain.] they trickling downe did f[eele.] Yeeld thee Lord Pearcy, Doug[las said,] in faith I will thee bring, Where thou shalt high advanc[ed be,] with James our Scottish [King.] Thy ransome I will freely giv[e,] and this report of thee, Thou art the most couragious [Knight] that ever I did see. No Douglas quoth Earle P[earcy then,] thy proffers I doe scorn[,] I will not yeeld to any S[cot] that ever yet was born With that there came an [Arrow keen] out of an English bow, That stroke E Douglas to [the heart] a deepe and deadly blow[.] Who never spake more w[ords then these] fight out my mery men [all,] For why my life is at an [end,] Lord Pearcy sees my fa[ll.] Then leaving life Earle P[earcy took] the dead man by the han[d,] Who said, Earle Douglas [for thy life] would I had lost my La[nd.] O Christ my very heart d[oth bleed] with sorr[o]w for th[y sake.] For sure [a more renowned Knight] mi[schance did never take.] A K[night amongst the Scots there was, which saw Earl Douglas dye] W[ho straight in wrath did vow revenge upon the Earle Pearcy.]