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R179928 2 down Plumpton Park [unknown] Down Plumpton Park To the same Tune [unknown] To the Same Tune IT grieves me for to tell the woe, / near London late that did befall, YOung Wharton was the first that came / to the appointed place on the next day, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 29 A Lamentable Ballad, of a Combate A Lamentable Ballad, of a Combate A Lamentable Ballad, of a Combat ?-? F.C. J.W. T.V. W.G.

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IT grieves me for to tell the woe, near London late that did befall, 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 so their quarrel could not fall, till they fel both by their keenswords, The one was Sir George Wharton cal'd the good Lord Whartons son and heire, The other Sir James the Scotish Knight a man that valiant heart did bear, Neere to the Court these gallants stout, fell out as they in gaming were, And in their fury grew so hot, they hardly could from blowes forbear. Nay, kind intreaties could not stay, Sir James from striking in that place, For in the height and heat of blood, be struck young Wharton o're the face, What dost thou mean, said Wharton then, to strike in such unmanly sort, That I will take it at thy hand, the tongue of man shall ne'r report. Why do thy worst, then said Sir James, and mark me Wharton what I say, There's ne'r a Lord in England breathes, shall make me give an inch of way: This brags too large, stout Wharton said, let our brave English Lords alone, And talk to me who am your foe, for thou shalt find enough of one. Alas sir said the Scottish Knight, thy blood and mind's to base for me,
Thy oppositions be too bold, and will thy dire destruction be, Nay said young Wharton you mistake, my courage and valour equals thine, To mak't apparant cast thy glove, to gage, to try as I do mine, I said Sir James, hast thou such spirit, I did not thinke within thy breast, That such a haughty daring heart, as thou mak'st shew of ere 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 or both lose life or breath. Wee'l meet neere Waltham, said sir George tomorrow that shal be the day Wee'l either take a single man, and try who bears the Bell away: This done, together hands they shooke, and without any envious signe, They went to Ludgate where they staid, and drank each man a pint of wine. No kind of anger could be seen, no words of malice might bewray, But all as faire, as calm, as coole, as love within their bosome lay, Till parting time and then indeed, they shew'd some rancor of their heart, George said sir James, when next we meet so sound I know we shall not part. And so they parted both resolv'd, to have their valours truly 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 on the next day, Who presently 'spied Sir James coming in as fast as he could post away: And being met in manly sort, the Scottish Knight did to Wharton say, I do mislike thy doubled George, it sits so clear on thee this day, Hast thou no privy Armour on? nor yet no privy Coat of Steel, I ne'r saw Lord in all my life become a Doublet halfe so weele: Now nay, now nay, stout Wharton said, Sir James Steward that may not be, I'le 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 do lye, And then w'eel to our weapons sharp, our selves true Gallants for to trie: Then they strip off their Doublets fair, standing up in their shirts of Lawn, Follow my Councel the Scottish man said, and Wharton to thee i'le make it known. Now follow my councel, i'ld follow thine, and wee'l fight in our shirts said he, Now nay, now nay, Young Wharton said Sir James Steward that may not be, Unlesse we were Drunkards & quarrellers, that had no other care over our sel, Nor caring what we go about, or whether our souls go to Heaven or hel, Wee'l first to God bequeath our souls, then next our corps to dust and clay. With that stout Wharton was the first too[k]e Rapier and Poniard there that day,
Seven thrusts in turns these Gallants had before one drop of blood was drawn, The Scottish Knight then spake valiantly, stout Wharton still thou holdst thine own. With the next thrust that Wharton thrust, he ran him through the shoulder bone, The next was through the thick o'th thigh, thinking he had the Scottish Knight slain Then Wharton said to the Scotish knight are you a living man tell me? If there be a Surgion in England can, he shall cure your wounds right speedily. Now nay, now nay the Scotish Knight said Sir George Wharton that may not be The one of us shall kill each other, e're off this ground that we doe flie. Then in a maze Sir George look't back, to see what company was nie, Thy both had dangerous markes of death, yet neither would from other flye. But both through body wounded sore, with courage lusty, strong and sound, They made a desperate deadly close, they both fell dead unto the ground, Our English Knight was first that fel, The Scottish Knight fel immediately, Who cryed both to Jesus Christ, receive our souls, O Lord we dye. God blesse our Noble King and Queen, and all the Noble Progeny, That Britain all may live in one, in perfect Love and Unity, Thus to conclude I make an end, wishing that quarrels stil may cease, And that we still may live in Love, in prospetous state, in joy and peace.
FINIS. F.C. J.W. T.V. W.G.