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"CHEVY CHASE [OR, THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT]", by                    
First Line: The percy [or perse] out of northumberland
Last Line: God send us all good ending
Subject(s): "otterburn, Battle Of (1388);


Fytte I

1. THE Percy out of Northumberland,
An avow to God made he
That he would hunt in the mountains
Of Cheviot within days three,
In the maugre of doughty Douglas,
And all that e'er with him be.

2. The fattest harts in all Cheviot
He would kill and carry away.—
'By my faith,' said the doughty Douglas again,
'I will let that hunting if I may!'

3. Then the Percy out of Banborowe came,
With him a mighty meinye,
With fifteen hundred archers bold
Chosen out of shirès three.

4. This began on a Monday at morn,
In Cheviot the hills so hye;
The child may rue that is unborn,
It was the more pitye.

5. The drivers through the woodès went
All for to raise the deer,
Bowmen bicker'd upon the bent
With their broad arrows clear.

6. Then the wild thoro' the woodès went
On every sidè shear;
Grayhounds thoro' the grevès glent
For to kill their deer.

7. This began on Cheviot the hill abune
Early on a Monenday;
By that it drew to the hour of noon
A hundred fat harts dead there lay.

8. They blew a mort upon the bent,
They 'sembled on sidès shear;
To the quarry then the Percy went
To the brittling of the deer.

9. He said, 'It was the Douglas' promise
This day to meet me here;
But I wist he would fail, verament!'
—A great oath the Percy sware.

10. At the last a squire of Northumberland
Lookèd at his hand full nigh;
He was ware o' the doughty Douglas coming,
With him a great meinye.

11. Both with speär, bill and brand,—
'Twas a mighty sight to see;
Hardier men both of heart nor hand
Were not in Christiantè.

12. They were twenty hundred spearmen good,
Withouten any fail:
They were born along by the water o' Tweed
I' the boun's o' Teviotdale.

13. 'Leave off the brittling of deer,' he said;
'To your bows look ye take good heed,
For sith ye were on your mothers born
Had ye never so mickle need.'

14. The doughty Douglas on a steed
Rode all his men beforn;
His armour glitter'd as did a gleed,
Bolder bairn was never born.

15. 'Tell me whose men ye are,' he says,
'Or whose men that ye be;
Who gave you leave in this Cheviot chase
In spite of mine and of me?'

16. The first man that him answer made
It was the good Lord Percye:
'We will not tell thee whose men we are,
Nor whose men that we be;
But we will hunt here in this chase
In the spite of thine and of thee.

17. 'The fattest harts in all Cheviot
We have kill'd, to carry away.'—
'By my troth,' said the doughty Douglas again,
'The one of us dies this day.

18. 'Yet to kill allè these guiltless men
Alas, it were great pitye!
But, Percy, thou art a lord of land,
I an earl in my countrye—
Let all our men on a party stand,
And do battle of thee and me!'

19. 'Christ's curse on his crown,' said the lord [Percye,
'Whosoever thereto says nay!
By my troth, thou doughty Douglas,' he says,
'Thou shalt never see that day—

20. —'Neither in England, Scotland nor France,
Nor for no man of woman born,
But, that (and fortune be my chance)
I dare meet him, one man for one.'

21. Then bespake a squire of Northumberland,
Richard Witherington was his name;
'It shall never be told in South England
To King Harry the Fourth for shame.

22. 'I wot you bin great lordès two,
I am a poor squire of land;
Yet I'll ne'er see my captain fight on a field
And stand myself and look on.
But while that I may my weapon wield
I'll not fail, both heart and hand.'

23. That day, that day, that dreadful day!—
The first fytte here I find:
An you'll hear any more o' the hunting of Cheviot,
Yet there is more behind.

Fytte II

24. The Englishmen had their bows y-bent,
Their hearts were good enow;
The first of arrows that they shot off
Seven score spearmen they slew.

25. Yet bides the Earl Douglas upon the bent,
A captain good enoghe;
And that was seenè verament,
For he wrought them both woe and wouche.

26. The Douglas parted his host in three,
Like a chief chieftain of pride;
With surè spears of mighty tree
They came in on every side;

27. —Throughè our English archery
Gave many a woond full wide;
Many a doughty they gar'd to dye,
Which gainèd them no pride.

28. The Englishmen let their bowès be,
And pull'd out brands that were bright;
It was a heavy sight to see
Bright swords on basnets light.

29. Thoro' rich mail and manoplie
Many stern they struck down straight;
Many a freyke that was full free
There under foot did light.

30. At last the Douglas and the Percy met,
Like to captains of might and of main;
They swapt together till they both swat
With swordès of fine Milan.

31. These worthy freykès for to fight
Thereto they were full fain,
Till the blood out of their basnets sprent
As ever did hail or rain.

32. 'Yield thee, Percy,' said the Douglas,
'And i' faith I shall thee bring
Where thou shalt have an Earl's wages
Of Jamie our Scottish king.

33. 'Thou shaltè have thy ransom free,
—I hight thee here this thing;
For the manfullest man thou art that e'er
I conquer'd in field fighting.'

34. But 'Nay', then said the lord Percye,
'I told it thee beforn
That I would never yielded be
To man of a woman born.'

35. With that an arrow came hastily
Forth of a mighty wane;
And it hath stricken the Earl Douglas
In at the breastè-bane.

36. Thoro' liver and lungès both
The sharp arròw is gone,
That never after in his life-days
He spake mo words but one:
'Twas, 'Fight ye, my merry men, whiles ye may,
For my life-days bin gone!'

37. The Percy leanèd on his brand
And saw the Douglas dee;
He took the dead man by the hand,
And said, 'Woe is me for thee!

38. 'To have sav'd thy life I'd have parted with
My lands for yearès three,
For a better man of heart nor of hand
Was not in the north countrye.'

39. All this there saw a Scottish knight,
Sir Hugh the Montgomerye:
When he saw Douglas to the death was dight,
Through a hundred archerye
He never stint nor he never blint
Till he came to the lord Percye.

40. He set upon the lord Percy
A dint that was full sore;
With a surè spear of a mighty tree
Thro' the body him he bore,
O' the t'other side that a man might see
A large cloth-yard and more.

41. An archer of Northumberland
Saw slain was the lord Percye:
He bare a bent bow in his hand,
Was made of a trusty tree.

42. An arrow that was a cloth-yard long
To the hard steel halèd he,
A dint that was both sad and sair
He set on Montgomerye.

43. The dint it was both sad and sair
That he on Montgomerye set;
The swan-feathers that his arrow bare
With his heart-blood they were wet

44. There was never a freykè one foot would flee,
But still in stoure did stand;
Hewing on each other, while they might dree,
With many a baleful brand.

45. This battle began in Cheviot
An hour before the noon,
And when the even-song bell was rung
The battle was not half done.

46. They took their stand on either hand
By the lee light of the moon;
Many had no strength for to stand
In Cheviot the hills abune.

47. Of fifteen hundred archers of England
Went away but seventy-and-three;
Of twenty hundred spearmen of Scotland
But even five-and-fifty.

48. There was slain with the bold Percye
Sir John of Agerstoune,
Sir Roger, the hendè Hartley,
Sir William, the bold Herone.

49. Sir George, the worthy Loumlye,
A knight of great renown,
Sir Ralph, the richè Rabye,
With dints were beaten down.

50. For Witherington my heart was woe
That ever he slain should be:
For when both his legs were hewn in two
Yet he kneel'd and fought on his knee.

51. There was slayn with the doughty Douglas
Sir Hugh the Montgomerye,
Sir Davy Lambwell, that worthy was,
His sister's son was he.

52. Sir Charles a Murray in that place,
That never a foot would flee:
Sir Hew Maxwell, a lord he was,
With the Douglas did he dee.

53. So on the morrow they made them biers
Of birch and hazel so gray;
Many widows with weeping tears
Came to fetch their makes away.

54. Teviotdale may carp of care,
Northumberland may make moan,
For two such captains as slain were there
On the March-parts shall never be none.

55. Word is come to Edinboro',
To Jamie the Scottish King,
Earl Douglas, lieutenant of the Marches,
Lay slain Cheviot within.

56. His hands the King did weal and wring,
Said, 'Alas! and woe is me!
Such another captain Scotland within
I' faith shall never be!'

57. Word is come to lovely London
To the fourth Harry, our King,
Lord Percy, lieutenant of the Marches,
Lay slain Cheviot within.

58. 'God have mercy on his soul' said King Harry,
'Good Lord, if thy will it be!
I've a hundred captains in England,' he said,
'As good as ever was he:
But Percy, an I brook my life,
Thy death well quit shall be.'

59. And as our King made his avow
Like a noble prince of renown,
For Percy he did it well perform
After, on Homble-down;

60. Where six-and-thirty Scottish knights
On a day were beaten down;
Glendale glitter'd on their armour bright
Over castle, tower and town.

61. This was the Hunting of the Cheviot;
That e'er began this spurn!
Old men, that knowen the ground well,
Call it of Otterburn.

62. There was never a time on the Marche-partès
Since the Douglas and Percy met,
But 'tis marvel an the red blood run not
As the reane does in the street.

63. Jesu Christ! our balès bete,
And to the bliss us bring!
This was the Hunting of the Cheviot:
God send us all good endìng!





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