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36. He that had neither beene a kithe nor kin

Might have seene a full fayre sight,
To see how together these yeomen went,

With blades both browne and bright; 37. To have seene how these yeomen together

Two howers of a summer's day;
Itt was neither Guy nor Robin Hood

That ffettled them to flye away. 150 38. Robin was reacheles ? on a roote,

And stumbled at that tyde,
And Guy was quicke and nimble with-all,

And hitt him ore the left side.

47. “Hearken! hearken !” sayd the sheriffe,

“I heard noe tydings but good; For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blowe, For he hath slaine Robin Hoode.

190 48. “For yonder I heare Sir Guyes horne blow,

Itt blowes soe well in tyde,
For yonder comes that wighty yeoman,

Cladd in his capull-hyde.

49. “Come hither, thou good Sir Guy,

Aske of mee what thou wilt have:" “I'le none of thy gold,” sayes Robin Hood,

"Nor I'le none of itt have.



39. “Ah, deere Lady!” sayd Robin Hoode,

“Thou art both mother and may !" I thinke it was never mans destinye

To dye before his day.”
40. Robin thought on Our Lady deere,

And soone leapt up againe,
And thus he came with an awkwarde * stroke;

Good Sir Guy hee has slayne.
41. He tooke Sir Guys head by the hayre,

And sticked itt on his bowes end:
*Thou hast beene traytor all thy liffe,

Which thing must have an ende.” 42. Robin pulled forth an Irish kniffe,

And nicked Sir Guy in the fface,
That hee was never on a woman borne
Cold tell who Sir Guye was.

170 43. Saies, “Lye there, lye there, good Sir Guye,

And with me be not wrothe;
If thou have had the worse stroakes at my

Thou shalt have the better cloathe."

“But now I have slaine the master," he

“Let me goe strike the knave;
This is all the reward I aske,

Nor noe other will I have.”
51. “Thou art a madman,” said the shiriffe,

“Thou sholdest have had a knights ffee; Seeing thy asking hath beene soe badd,

Well granted it shall be.” 52. But Litle John heard his master speake,

Well he knew that was his steven; ' “Now shall I be loset,” quoth Litle John,

"With Christs might in heaven.” 53. But Robin hee hyed him towards Litle

Hee thought hee wold loose him belive;?
The sheriffe and all his companye

Fast after him did drive.


54. “Stand abacke! stand abacke!” sayd Robin;

"Why draw you mee soe neere?
Itt was never the use in our countrye

Ones shrift another shold heere."

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58. But he cold neither soe fast goe,

Nor away soe fast runn,
But Litle John, with an arrow broade,

Did cleave his heart in twinn.



11. Syr Harry Perssy cam to the walles,

The Skottyssch oste for to se,
And sayd, “And thow hast brente Northom-


Full sore it rewyth me. 12. “Yf thou hast haryed all Bamborowe schyre,

Thow hast done me grete envye;'
For the trespasse thow hast me done,

The tone of us schall dye.” 13. “Where schall I byde the?" sayd the Dowglas,

“Or where wylte thow com to me?” 50 “At Otterborne, in the hygh way,

Ther mast thow well logeed be.
14. “The roo' full rekeles ther sche rinnes,

To make the game and glee;
The fawken and the fesaunt both,

Amonge the holtes on hye.
15. “Ther mast thow have thy welth at wyll,

Well looged ther mast be;
Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,"
Sayd Syr Harry Perssye.

бо 16. “Ther schall I byde the," sayd the Dowglas,

"By the fayth of my bodye.” “Thether schall I com,” sayd Syr Harry Perssy

“My trowth I plyght to the.” 17. A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles,

For soth as I yow saye;
Ther he mayd the Dowglasse drynke,

And all hys ost that daye. 18. The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne, For soth withowghten naye;

70 He toke his logeyng at Oterborne,

Upon a Wedynsday.
19. And ther he pyght" hys standerd dowyn,

Hys gettyng more and lesse,
And syne he warned hys men to goo

To chose ther geldynges gresse." 20. A Skottysshe knyght hoved upon the bent,'

A wache I dare well saye;
So was he ware on the noble Perssy
In the dawnyng of the daye.

80 21. He prycked to hys pavyleon dore,

As faste as he myght ronne;
Awaken, Dowglas,” cryed the knyght,
“For Hys love that syttes in trone.

1. Yt felle abowght the Lamasse tyde,

Whan husbondes wynnes' ther haye,
The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd’ hym to


In Ynglond to take a praye.
2. The yerlle of Fyffe, wythowghten stryffe,

He bowynd hym over Sulway;
The grete wolde ever to-gether ryde;

That raysse : they may rewe for aye. 3. Over Hoppe tope hyll they cam in,

And so down by Rodclyffe crage;
Upon Grene Lynton they lyghted dowyn,

Styrande* many a stage.
4. And boldely brente 5 Northomberlond,

And haryed many a towyn;
They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,

To battell that were not bowyn. 5. Than spake a berne upon the bent,

Of comforte that was not colde,
And sayd, “We have brente Northom berlond,

We have all welth in holde. 6. “Now we have haryed all Bamborowe schyre,

All the welth in the world have wee;
I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,

So styll and stalworthlye.”
7. Upon the morowe, when it was day,

The standerds schone fulle bryght;
To the Newe Castell they toke the waye,

And thether they cam fulle ryght.
8. Syr Henry Perssy laye at the New Castell,
I tell yow wythowtten drede; ?

30 He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,

And kepte Barwyke upon Twede. 9. To the Newe Castell when they cam,

The Skottes they cryde on hyght,
“Syr Hary Perssy, and thow byste within,

Com to the fylde, and fyght.
10. “For we have brente Northom berlonde,

Thy erytage good and ryght,
And syne & my logeyngo I have take, 39

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22, “Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,

“For thow maste waken wyth wynne;' Yender have I spyed the prowde Perssye,

And seven stondardes wyth hym.” 23. "Nay by my trowth,” the Dowglas sayed,

“It ys but a fayned taylle;
He durst not loke on my brede 2 banner

For all Ynglonde so haylle. 24. “Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,

That stondes so fayre on Tyne ?
For all the men the Perssy had,

He coude not garre : me ones to dyne." 25. He stepped owt at his pavelyon dore,

To loke and it were lesse:*
“Araye yow, lordynges, one and all,

For here bygynnes no peysse. 26. “The yerle of Mentaye, thow arte my eme,

The fowarde ' I gyve to the:
The yerlle of Huntlay, cawte and kene,

He schall be wyth the.



27. “The lorde of Bowghan, in armure bryght,

On the other hand he schall be;
Lord Jhonstoune and Lorde Maxwell,

They to schall be with me.

34. Thus Syr Hary Perssye toke the fylde,

For soth as I yow saye;
Jhesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght

Dyd helpe hym well that daye.
35. But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,

The cronykle wyll not layne; 8
Forty thowsande of Skottes and fowre

That day fowght them agayne.
36. But when the batell byganne to joyne,

In hast ther cam a knyght;
The letters fayre furth hath he tayne,

And thus he sayd full ryght:
37. “My lorde your father he gretes yow well,

Wyth many a noble knyght;
He desyres yow to byde

That he may see thys fyght. 38. “The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of the

With hym a noble companye;

150 All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,

And the batell fayne wolde they see." 39. “For Jhesus love," sayd Syr Harye Perssy,

"That dyed for yow and me,
Wende to my lorde my father agayne,

And saye thow sawe me not with yee." 40. "My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh

It nedes me not to layne,
That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent,
And I have hys trowth agayne.

160 41. “And if that I weynde of thys growende,

For soth, onfowghten awaye,
He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght

In hys londe another daye.
42. “Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,

By Mary, that mykkel maye,
Then ever my manhood schulde be reprovyd

Wyth a Skotte another daye.
43. “Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake,
And let scharpe arowes flee;

170 Mynstrells, playe up for your waryson,'

And well quyt it schall bee.

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44. “Every man thynke on hys trewe-love,

And marke hym to the Trenite;
For to God I make myne avowe

Thys day wyll I not flee."
45. The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,

Hys standerde stood on hye,
That every man myght full well knowe;
By syde stode starrës thre.

180 46. The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,'

For soth as I yow sayne,
The lucettes ? and the cressawntes both;

The Skottes faught them agayne.
47. Upon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye,

And thrysse they schowte on hyght,
And syne merked them one owr Ynglysshe


As I have tolde yow ryght. 48. Sent George the bryght, owr Ladyes knyght, To name they were full fayne;

190 Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,

And thrysse they schowtte agayne.
49. Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,

I tell yow in sertayne;
Men of armes byganne to joyne,

Many a dowghty man was ther slayne. 50. The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,

That ether of other was fayne;
They swappedtogether whylls that they


Wyth swordes of fyne collayne: 8 51. Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes ranne,

As the roke? doth in the rayne;
“Yelde the to me," sayd the Dowglas,

"Or elles thow schalt be slayne.

57. The stonderdes stode styll on eke a : syde,

Wyth many a grevous grone;
Ther they fowght the day, and all the nyght,

And many a dowghty man was slayne. 58. Ther was no freke* that ther wolde flye,

But styffely in stowre can stond, 230 Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght


Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.
59. Ther was slayne upon the Skottës syde,

For soth and sertenly,
Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,

That day that he cowde? dye.
60. The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne,

Grysely 'groned upon the growynd;
Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,

Syr Jhon of Agurstoune.
61. Syr Charllës Morrey in that place,

That never a fote wold flee;
Syr Hewe Maxwell, a lord he was,

Wyth the Dowglas dyd he dye.
62. Ther was slayne upon the Skottës syde,

For soth as I yow saye,
Of fowre and forty thowsande Scottes

Went but eyghtene awaye.
63. Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde,
For soth and sertenlye,

250 A gentell knyght, Syr Jhon Fechewe,

Yt was the more pety.



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52. “For I see by thy bryght bassonet,

Thow arte sum man of myght;
And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;

Thow arte an yerle, or elles a knyght.” 53. “By my good faythe,” sayd the noble Perssye,

"Now haste thou rede & full ryght; Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,

Whyll I may stonde and fyght.” 54. They swapped together whyll that they swette,

Wyth swordës scharpe and long;
Ych on other so faste they beette,

Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.

64. Syr James Hardbotell ther was slayne,

For hym ther hartes were sore;
The gentyll Lovell ther was slayne,

That the Perssys standerd bore.

65. Ther was slayne upon the Ynglyssh perte,

For soth as I yow saye,
Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men
Fvye hondert cam awaye.


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66. The other were slayne in the fylde;

Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo!
Seyng' ther was so fewe fryndes

Agaynst so many a foo. 67. Then on the morne they mayde them beerys

Of byrch and haysell graye;
Many a wydowe, wyth wepyng teyres,

Ther makes they fette ? awaye. 68. Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,

Bytwene the nyght and the day; 270 Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe,

And the Perssy was lede awaye.
69. Then was ther a Scottysh prisoner tayne,

Syr Hewe Mongomery was hys name;
For soth as I yow saye,

He borowed the Perssy home agayne. 70. Now let us all for the Perssy praye

To Jhesu most of myght,
To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven,
For he was a gentyll knyght.


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