Holde the, Perfè, faid the Doglas,
And i' feth I fhall the brynge

Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis
Of Jamy our Scottish kynge.

35

That was, Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye

may,

For my lyff days ben gan.

The

.33. helde. MS. V. 36. Scottish. MS. V. 49. throroue. MS.

The Perfè leanyde on his brande,

And fawe the Duglas de;

He tooke the dede man be the hande,

And fayd, Wo ys me for the!

55

To have favyde thy lyffe I wolde have pertyd with

My landes for years thre,

For a better man of hart, ǹare of hande

Was not in all the north countrè.

Off all that fe a Skottishe knyght,

Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry,

He fawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght;
He spendyd a spear a trufti tre :

He rod uppon a corfiare

Throughe a hondrith archery,

бо

65

He never ftyntyde, nar never blane
Tyll he cam to the good lord Perfè.

79

He fet uppone the lorde Perfè

A dynte, that was full foare;

With a fuar fpear of a myghtè tre

Clean thorow the body he the Perfè bore,

Athe tothar fyde, that a man myght fe,

75

A large cloth yard and mare :

Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Crifliantè,
Then that day flain wear thare.

An

7. 74. ber. MS.

V. 78. ther. MS.

An archar off Northomberlonde

Say flean was the lord Perfè,

He bar a bende-bow in his hande,
Was made off trufti tre:

An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang,
To th harde ftele halyde he;

80

A dynt, that was both fad and foar,

85

He fat on Sir Hewe the Mongon-byrry.

The dynt yt was both fad and foar,'

That he of Mongon-byrry fete ;
The fwane-fethars, that his arrowe bar,

With his hart blood the wear wete.

90

4

Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle,
But ftill in ftour dyd ftand,

Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre,

With many a bal-ful brande.

This battell begane in Chyviat
An owar befor the none,

And when even-fong bell was rang
The battell was nat half done.

The tooke on' on ethar hand

Be the lyght off the mone;

V. 80. Say, i. e. Save. MS. V. 84. haylde. MS, far. MS.

95

100

Many

V. 87.

Many hade no ftrenght for to ftande,

In Chyviat the hillys abone.

Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde

Went away but fifti and thre;

Of twenty hondrith fpear-men of Skotlonde,

105

But even five and fifti:

But all wear flayne Cheviat within:

The hade no ftrengthe to ftand on he:
The chylde may rue that ys un-borne,

It was the mor pittè.

Thear was flayne withe the lord Perfe

Sir John of Agerstone,

Sir Rogar the hinde Hartly,

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,

That ever he flayne fhulde be;

For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,

He knyled and fought on hys kne.

hy. MS. V. 115. V. 122. Yet he ..

So on the morrowe the mayde them byears

Off byrch, and hafell so gray';

Many wedous with wepyng tears,

Cam to fach ther makys a-way.

Tivydale may carpe off care,

Northombarlond may mayk grat mone,

For towe fuch captayns, as flayne wear thear,
On the march perti fhall never be none.

Word ys commen to Edden-burrowe

To Jamy the Skottishe kyng,

135

140

That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches,

He lay flean Chyviot with-in.

His handdes dyd he weal and wryng,
He fayd, Alas, and woe ys me!

Such

V. 132. gay. MS. V. 136. mon. MS. V, 138. non. MS.