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Holde the, Persè, sayd the Doglas,
And i' feth I shall the brynge
Of Jamy our Scottish kynge.
Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre,
I hight the hear this thinge,
That ever I conqueryd in filde fightyng.
Nay “then’ sayd the lord Persè,
I tolde it the beforne,
To no man of a woman born.
With that ther cam an arrowe hastely
Forthe off a mightie wane, *
In at the brest bane.
Thoroue lyvar and longs bathe
50 That never after in all his lyffe days
He spayke mo wordes but ane, [may, That was, † Fyghte ye, my merry men, whyllys ye
For my lyff days ben gan.
V. 33, helde. PC.
V. 49, throroue. PC. * Wane, i.e. ane. one, sc. man; an arrow came from a mighty one : from a mighty man.
+ This seems to have been a gloss added.
The Persè leanyde on his brande,
And sawe the Duglas de;
And sayd, Wo ys me for the !
To have savyde thy lyffe I wold have pertyd with
60 For a better man of hart, nare of hande
Was not in all the north countrè.
Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,
Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry, He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght;
He spendyd a spear a trusti tre:
He rod uppon a corsiare
Throughe a hondrith archery; He never styntyde, nar never blane
Tyll he came to the good lord Persè.
He set uppone the lord Persé
A dynte, that was full soare; With a suar spear of a myghtè tre
Clean thorow the body he the Persè bore,
Athe tothar syde, that a man myght se,
A large cloth yard and mare:
* V. 74, ber. Pc. V. 78, ther. PC.
An archar of Northomberlonde
Say slean was the lord Persè,
Was made off trusti tre :
An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang,
To th' hard stele halyde he;
He sat on Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry.
The dynt yt was both sad and ó soar,'
That he of Mongon-byrry sete;
With his hart blood the wear wete.*
Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle,
But still in stour dyd stand,
With many a bal ful brande.
This battell begane in Chyviat
An owar befor the none,
The battell was nat half done.
The tooke 'on' on ethar hand
100 V. 80, Say, i. e, sawe. V. 84, haylde. PC. V. 87, sar. PC.
This incident is taken from the battle of Otterbourn; in which Sir Hugh Montgomery, Knt. (son of John Lord Montgomery) was slain with an arrow. Vide Crawfurd's Peerage.
Many hade no strenght for to stande,
In Chyviat the hyllys abone.
Of fifteen hondrith archers of Ynglonde
Went away but fifti and thre;
But even five and fifti :
But all wear slayne Cheviat within :
The hade no strengthe to stand on he: The chylde may rue that is un-borne,
It was the mor pittè.
Thear was slayne with the lord Persè
Sir John of Agerstone,
Sir Wyllyam the bolde Hearone.
Sir Jorg the worthè Lovele
A knyght of great renowen, Sir Raff the ryche Rugbè
With dyntes wear beaten dowene.
For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,
120 For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,
He knyled and fought on hys kne.
V. 102, abou. PC. V. 108, strenge . lóule. PC.
V. 121, in to, i.e. in two. kny. PC.
hy, pc. V. 115. V. 122, Yet he ...
Ther was slayne with the dougheti Douglas
Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry,
His sistars son was he:
Sir Charles a Murrè, in that place,
That never a foot wolde fle;
With the Duglas dyd he dey.
So on the morrowe the mayde them byears
Off byrch, and hasell so 'gray’; Many wedous with wepyng tears,*
Cam to fach ther makys a-way.
Tivydale may carpe off care,
Northombarlond may mayk grat mone,
On the march perti shall never be none.
V. 132, gay. PC.
V. 136, mon, PC. V. 138, non. PC. For the names in this and the foregoing page, see the remarks at the end of the next ballad.
* A common pleonasm, see the next poem, Fit 2nd, v. 155. So Harding in his Chronicle, chap. 140, fol. 148, describing the death of Richard 1., says,
He shrove him then unto Abbots thre
With great sobbyng. ... and wepyng teares. So likewise Cavendish, in his Life of Cardinal Wolsey, chap. 12, p. 31, 4to. “When the Duke heard this, he replied with weeping teares,” &c.