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<p><!-- Page i --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span></p>
<h1> ENGLISH AND SCOTTISH BALLADS.</h1>
<p class="center"> EDITED BY<br />
FRANCIS JAMES CHILD.</p>
<p class="center"> VOLUME VII.</p>
<p class="center"> BOSTON:<br />
LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.<br />
M.DCCC.LX.
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<p><!-- Page ii --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span>
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1858, by <span class="smcap">Little, Brown
and Company</span>, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District
of Massachusetts.</p>
<p class="center"> RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE:<br />
STEREOTYPED AND PRINTED BY<br />
H. O. HOUGHTON AND COMPANY.
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<p><!-- Page iii --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span></p>
<h2>CONTENTS OF VOLUME SEVENTH.</h2>
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<tr><td align="right" colspan="2"></td><td align="left">Page</td></tr>
<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><a href="#BOOK_VII">BOOK VII. (Continued.)</a></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">4 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_Percy">The Battle of Otterbourne [Percy]</a></td><td align="right">3</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">4 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_Scott">The Battle of Otterbourne [Scott]</a></td><td align="right">19</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">5 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_HUNTING_OF_THE_CHEVIOT">The Hunting of the Cheviot</a></td><td align="right">25</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">5 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#CHEVY-CHACE">Chevy-Chace</a></td><td align="right">43</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">6.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_ANDREW_BARTON">Sir Andrew Barton</a></td><td align="right">55</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">7.</td><td align="left"><a href="#FLODDEN_FIELD">Flodden Field</a></td><td align="right">71</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">8 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#QUEEN_JEANIE">Queen Jeanie</a></td><td align="right">74</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">8 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_DEATH_OF_QUEEN_JANE">The Death of Queen Jane</a></td><td align="right">77</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">9.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_MURDER_OF_THE_KING_OF_SCOTS">The Murder of the King of Scots</a></td><td align="right">78</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">10.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_RISING_IN_THE_NORTH">The Rising in the North</a></td><td align="right">82</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">11.</td><td align="left"><a href="#NORTHUMBERLAND_BETRAYED_BY_DOUGLAS">Northumberland betrayed by Douglas</a></td><td align="right">92</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">12.</td><td align="left"><a href="#KING_OF_SCOTS_AND_ANDREW_BROWNE">King of Scots and Andrew Browne</a></td><td align="right">103</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">13.</td><td align="left"><a href="#MARY_AMBREE">Mary Ambree</a></td><td align="right">108</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">14.</td><td align="left"><a href="#BRAVE_LORD_WILLOUGHBEY">Brave Lord Willoughbey</a></td><td align="right">114</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">15 a.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BONNY_EARL_OF_MURRAY_Ramsay">The Bonny Earl of Murray [Ramsay]</a></td><td align="right">119</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right">15 b.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BONNIE_EARL_O_MURRAY_Finlay">The Bonnie Earl of Murray [Finlay]</a></td><td align="right">121</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">16.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_WINNING_OF_CALES">The Winning of Cales</a></td><td align="right">123</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">17.</td><td align="left"><a href="#SIR_JOHN_SUCKLINGS_CAMPAIGN">Sir John Suckling's Campaign</a></td><td align="right">128</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">18.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_PHILIPHAUGH">The Battle of Philiphaugh</a></td><td align="right">131</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">19.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_GALLANT_GRAHAMS">The Gallant Grahams</a></td><td align="right">137</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">20.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_LOUDON_HILL">The Battle of Loudon Hill</a></td><td align="right">144</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">21.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OE_BOTHWELL_BRIDGE">The Battle of Bothwell Bridge</a></td><td align="right">148</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">22.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_KILLIECRANKIE">The Battle of Killiecrankie</a></td><td align="right">152</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">23.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_SHERIFF-MUIR">The Battle of Sheriff-Muir</a></td><td align="right">156</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">24.</td><td align="left"><a href="#LORD_DERWENTWATER">Lord Derwentwater</a></td><td align="right">164</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right" class="padr1">25.</td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_TRANENT-MUIR_OR_OF_PRESTON-PANS">The Battle of Tranent-Muir, or of Preston-Pans</a></td><td align="right">167</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="center" colspan="3"><a href="#APPENDIX">APPENDIX</a>.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBURN_See_p_5">The Battle of Otterburn</a></td><td align="right">177</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_HARLAW">The Battle of Harlaw</a></td><td align="right">180</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#KING_HENRIE_THE_FIFTHS_CONQUEST">King Henrie the Fifth's Conquest</a></td><td align="right">190</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#JANE_SHORE">Jane Shore</a></td><td align="right">194</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#A_TRUE_RELATION_OE_THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_ANDREW_BARTON_A_PYRATE_AND">Sir Andrew Barton</a></td><td align="right">201</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_CORICHIE_ON_THE_HILL_OF_FAIR_FOUGHT_OCT_28_1562">The Battle of Corichie</a></td><td align="right">210</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_BALRINNES">The Battle of Balrinnes (or Glenlivet)</a></td><td align="right">214</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#BONNY_JOHN_SETON">Bonny John Seton</a></td><td align="right">230</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_HAWS_OF_CROMDALE">The Haws of Cromdale</a></td><td align="right">234</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_ALFORD">The Battle of Alford</a></td><td align="right">238</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_PENTLAND_HILLS">The Battle of Pentland Hills</a></td><td align="right">240</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_READING_SKIRMISH">The Reading Skirmish</a></td><td align="right">243</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#UNDAUNTED_LONDONDERRY">Undaunted Londonderry</a></td><td align="right">247</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#PROELIUM_GILLICRANKIANUM_See_p_152">Pr[oe]lium Gillicrankianum</a></td><td align="right">251</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BOYNE_WATER">The Boyne Water</a></td><td align="right">253</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_WOMAN_WARRIOR">The Woman Warrior</a></td><td align="right">257</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#A_DIALOGUE">The Battle of Sheriff-Muir</a></td><td align="right">260</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#UP_AND_WAR_THEM_A_WILLIE_See_p_156">Up and war them a', Willie</a></td><td align="right">264</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_MARQUIS_OF_HUNTLEYS_RETREAT_FROM_THE_BATTLE_OF_SHERIFFMUIR">The Marquis of Huntley's Retreat</a></td><td align="right">267</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#JOHNIE_COPE_See_p_168">Johnie Cope</a></td><td align="right">274</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#KING_LEIR_AND_HIS_THREE_DAUGHTERS">King Leir and his three Daughters</a></td><td align="right">276</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#FAIR_ROSAMOND">Fair Rosamond</a></td><td align="right">283</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#QUEEN_ELEANORS_FALL">Queen Eleanor's Fall</a></td><td align="right">292</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_DUCHESS_OF_SUFFOLKS_CALAMITY">The Duchess of Suffolk's Calamity</a></td><td align="right">299</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_FAMOUS_THO_STUKELY_AN_ENGLISH_GALLANT_IN_THE">The Life and Death of Thomas Stukely</a></td><td align="right">306</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#LORD_DELAWARE">Lord Delaware</a></td><td align="right">314</td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_HARLAW_See_p_180">The Battle of Harlaw (Traditional version)</a></td><td align="right">317</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td></tr>
<tr><td align="right"></td><td align="left"><span class="smcap"><a href="#GLOSSARY">Glossary</a></span></td><td align="right">321</td></tr>
</table></div>
<p><!-- Page iv --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 1 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="BOOK_VII" id="BOOK_VII"></a>BOOK VII.</h2>
<h4>CONTINUED.</h4>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 3 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_Percy" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_Percy"></a>THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</h3>
<p>In the twelfth year of Richard II. (1388,) the Scots assembled an
extensive army, with the intention of invading England on a grand scale,
in revenge for a previous incursion made by that sovereign. But
information having been received that the Northumbrians were gathering
in considerable force for a counter-invasion, it was thought prudent not
to attempt to carry out the original enterprise. While, therefore, the
main body of the army, commanded by the Earl of Fife, the Scottish
king's second son, ravaged the western borders of England, a detachment
of three or four thousand chosen men, under the Earl of Douglas,
penetrated by a swift march into the Bishopric of Durham, and laid waste
the country with fire and sword. Returning in triumph from this inroad,
Douglas passed insultingly before the gates of Newcastle, where Sir
Harry Percy lay in garrison. This fiery warrior, though he could not
venture to cope with forces far superior to his own, sallied out to
break a lance with his hereditary foe. In a skirmish before the town he
lost his spear and pennon, which Douglas swore he would plant as a
trophy on the highest tower of his castle, unless it should be that very
night retaken by the owner. Hotspur was deterred from<!-- Page 4 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> accepting this
challenge immediately, by the apprehension that Douglas would be able to
effect a union with the main body of the Scottish army before he could
be overtaken, but when he learned, the second day, that the Earl was
retreating with ostentatious slowness, he hastily got together a company
of eight or ten thousand men, and set forth in pursuit.</p>
<p>The English forces, under the command of Hotspur and his brother, Sir
Ralph Percy, came up with the Scots at Otterbourne, a small village
about thirty miles from Newcastle, on the evening of the 15th of August.
Their numbers were more than double the Scots, but they were fatigued
with a long march. Percy fell at once on the camp of Douglas, and a
desperate action ensued. The victory seemed to be inclining to the
English, when the Scottish leader, as the last means of reanimating his
followers, rushed on the advancing enemy with heroic daring, and cleared
a way with his battle-axe into the middle of their ranks. All but alone
and unsupported, Douglas was overpowered by numbers, and sunk beneath
three mortal wounds. The Scots, encouraged by the furious charge of
their chieftain, and ignorant of his fate, renewed the struggle with
vigor. Ralph Percy was made prisoner by the Earl Mareschal, and soon
after Hotspur himself by Lord Montgomery. Many other Englishmen of rank
had the same fate. After a long fight, maintained with extraordinary
bravery on both sides, the English retired and left the Scots masters of
the field. (See Sir W. Scott's <i>History of Scotland</i>, i. 225.)</p>
<p>The ballad which follows, printed from the fourth or revised edition of
Percy's <i>Reliques</i> (vol. i. p. 21), was derived from a manuscript in the
Cotton library<!-- Page 5 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> (Cleopatra, c. iv. fol. 64), thought to be written about
the middle of the sixteenth century. In the earlier editions, a less
perfect copy, from the Harleian collection, had been used. Hume of
Godscroft, speaking of the songs made on the battle of Otterbourne,
says, "the Scots song made of Otterbourne telleth the time—about
Lammas; and also the occasion—to take preys out of England; also the
dividing armies betwixt the Earls of Fife and Douglas, and their several
journeys, almost as in the authentic history," and proceeds to quote the
first stanza of the present ballad. Again, it is said that at Lammas,
when the Scotch husbandmen are busy at getting in their hay, the season
has been over for a month in most parts of England. From these
circumstances, and the occurrence of certain Scottish words, the first
part of <i>The Battle of Otterbourne</i> has been regarded as a Scottish
composition, retouched by an English hand.</p>
<p>A somewhat mutilated version of this ballad was published in Herd's
<i>Scottish Songs</i>. This, though defective, well deserves <a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBURN_See_p_5">a place in our
Appendix</a>. Sir Walter Scott inserted in the <i>Minstrelsy</i> another edition
made up by him from two copies obtained from the recitation of old
persons residing in Ettrick Forest, and it is <a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_Scott">here subjoined</a> to Percy's
version.</p>
<p>Genealogical notices of the personages mentioned in this and the
following ballad will be found in Percy's <i>Reliques</i> and in Scott's
<i>Minstrelsy</i>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yt felle abowght the Lamasse tyde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whan husbonds wynn ther haye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The dowghtye Dowglasse bowynd hym to ryde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Ynglond to take a praye.<!-- Page 6 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The yerlle of Fyffe, withowghten stryffe,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He bowynd hym <a name="LNanchor_4a_6" id="LNanchor_4a_6"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a_6" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">over Sulway:</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The grete wolde ever together ryde;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That race they may rue for aye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_4a_9" id="LNanchor_4a_9"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Over Ottercap hyll they came in,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so dowyn by Rodelyffe cragge,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon Grene Leyton they lyghted dowyn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_4a_12" id="LNanchor_4a_12"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a_12" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Styrande many a stagge;</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And boldely brent Northomberlonde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And haryed many a towyn;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They dyd owr Ynglyssh men grete wrange,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To battell that were not bowyn.<!-- Page 7 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Than spake a berne upon the bent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of comforte that was not colde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sayd, "We have brent Northomberlond,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We have all welth in holde.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now we have haryed all Bamboroweshyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All the welth in the worlde have wee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I rede we ryde to Newe Castell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So styll and stalwurthlye."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Uppon the morowe, when it was daye,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The standards schone fulle bryght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the Newe Castelle the toke the waye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thether they cam fulle ryght.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Henry Percy laye at the Newe Castelle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I telle yow withowtten drede;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He had byn a march-man all hys dayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And kepte Barwyke upon Twede.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To the Newe Castell when they cam,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Skottes they cryde on hyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Syr Harye Percy, and thow byste within,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Com to the fylde, and fyght:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For we have brente Northomberlonde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy eritage good and ryght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And syne my logeyng I have take,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 8 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span><span class="i2">With my brande dubbyd many a knyght."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Harry Percy cam to the walles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Skottyssh oste for to se;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"And thow hast brente Northomberlond,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full sore it rewyth me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yf thou hast haryed all Bambarowe shyre,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thow hast done me grete envye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the trespasse thow hast me done,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The tone of us schall dye."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Where schall I byde the?" sayd the Dowglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Or where wylte thow come to me?"<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"At Otterborne in the hygh way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ther maist thow well logeed be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The roo full rekeles ther sche rinnes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make the game and glee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fawkon and the fesaunt both,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Amonge the holtes on hye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ther maist thow have thy welth at wyll,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Well looged ther maist be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sayd Syr Harry Percye.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ther schall I byde the," sayd the Dowglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"By the fayth of my bodye:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Thether schall I com," sayd Syr Harry Percy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"My trowth I plyght to the."<!-- Page 9 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth, as I yow saye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ther he mayd the Douglas drynke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all hys oste that daye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Dowglas turnyd hym homewarde agayne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth withowghten naye;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He tooke his logeyng at Oterborne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Uppon a Wedynsday.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And there he pyght hys standerd dowyn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hys gettyng more and lesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And syne he warned hys men to goo<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To chose ther geldyngs gresse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A Skottysshe knyght hoved upon <a name="LNanchor_4a_77" id="LNanchor_4a_77"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a_77" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the bent,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A wache I dare well saye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So was he ware on the noble Percy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the dawnynge of the daye.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He prycked to his pavyleon dore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As faste as he myght ronne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"For hys love, that syttes yn trone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Awaken, Dowglas," cryed the knyght,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"For thow maiste waken wyth wynne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yender have I spyed the prowde Percy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And seven standardes wyth hym."<!-- Page 10 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Nay by my trowth," the Douglas sayed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"It ys but a fayned taylle;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He durste not loke on my bred banner,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For all Ynglonde so haylle.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Was I not yesterdaye at the Newe Castell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That stonds so fayre on Tyne?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all the men the Percy hade,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He cowde not garre me ones to dyne."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He stepped owt at hys pavelyon dore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To loke and it were lesse;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Araye yow, lordyngs, one and all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For here bygynnes no peysse.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<a name="LNanchor_4a_101" id="LNanchor_4a_101"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a_101" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The yerle of Mentayne</a>, thow art my eme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The forwarde I gyve to the:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_4a_103" id="LNanchor_4a_103"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a_103" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The yerlle of Huntlay</a> cawte and kene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He schall wyth the be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<a name="LNanchor_4a_105" id="LNanchor_4a_105"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a_105" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The lorde of Bowghan</a>, in armure bryght,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">On the other hand he schall be;<!-- Page 11 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord Jhonstone and Lorde Maxwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They to schall be wyth me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Swynton, fayre fylde upon your pryde!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To batell make yow bowen,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Stewarde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Syr Jhon of Agurstone!"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_4a_6" id="Linenote_4a_6"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a_6" title="link to line number">6</a>. i. e. over Solway frith. This evidently refers to the
other division of the Scottish army, which came in by way of
Carlisle.—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a_9" id="Linenote_4a_9"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a_9" title="link to line number">9-11</a>. sc. the Earl of Douglas and his party.—The several
stations here mentioned are well-known places in Northumberland.
Ottercap-hill is in the parish of Kirk-Whelpington, in Tynedale-ward.
Rodeliffe—(or, as it is more usually pronounced, Rodeley—) Cragge is a
noted cliff near Rodeley, a small village in the parish of Hartburn, in
Morpeth-ward. Green Leyton is another small village in the same parish
of Hartburn, and is southeast of Rodeley. Both the original MSS. read
here, corruptly, Hoppertop and Lynton.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a_12" id="Linenote_4a_12"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a_12" title="link to line number">12</a>. Many a styrande stage, in both MSS. Motherwell would
retain this reading, because stagge signifies in Scotland a young
stallion, and by supplying "off" the line would make sense. It was one
of the Border laws, he remarks, that the Scottish array of battle should
be on foot (<a href="#LNanchor_4a2_15">see v. 15 of the Second Part</a>). Horses were used but for a
retreat or pursuit.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a_77" id="Linenote_4a_77"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a_77" title="link to line number">77</a>. the best bent, MS.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a_101" id="Linenote_4a_101"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a_101" title="link to line number">101</a>. The Earl of Menteith. At the time of the battle the
earldom of Menteith was possessed by Robert Earl of Fife, who was in
command of the main body of the army, and consequently not with
Douglas.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a_103" id="Linenote_4a_103"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a_103" title="link to line number">103</a>. The reference is to Sir John Gordon. The use of this
designation shows, says Percy, that the ballad was not composed before
1449. In that year the title of Earl of Huntly was first conferred on
Alexander Seaton, who married the grand-daughter of the Gordon of
Otterbourne.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a_105" id="Linenote_4a_105"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a_105" title="link to line number">105</a>. The Earl of Buchan, fourth son of King Robert II.</p>
</div>
<h4>A FYTTE.
<br />
[THE SECOND PART.]</h4>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Perssy came byfore hys oste,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wych was ever a gentyll knyght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the Dowglas lowde can he crye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I wyll holde that I have hyght.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For thow haste brente Northumberlonde,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And done me grete envye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thys trespasse thou hast me done,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The tone of us schall dye."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Dowglas answerde hym agayne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With grete wurds up on hye,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sayd, "I have twenty agaynst the one,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Byholde, and thow maiste see."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wyth that the Percye was grevyd sore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For sothe as I yow saye;<!-- Page 12 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_4a2_15" id="LNanchor_4a2_15">He lyghted dowyn upon his fote,</a><span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And schoote his horsse clene away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Every man sawe that he dyd soo,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ryall was ever in rowght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Every man schoote hys horsse him froo,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lyght hym rowynde abowght.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus Syr Hary Percye toke the fylde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth, as I yow saye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Jesu Cryste in hevyn on hyght<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dyd helpe hym well that daye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But nyne thowzand, ther was no moo,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The cronykle wyll not layne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forty thowsande Skottes and fowre<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That day fowght them agayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when the batell byganne to joyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In hast ther came a knyght;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Then' letters fayre furth hath he tayne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thus he sayd full ryght:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My lorde, your father he gretes yow well,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wyth many a noble knyght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He desyres yow to byde<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he may see thys fyght.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The Baron of Grastoke ys com owt of the west,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With him a noble companye;<!-- Page 13 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the battell fayne wold they see.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For Jesus love," sayd Syr Harye Percy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"That dyed for yow and me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wende to my lorde my father agayne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And saye thou saw me not with yee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh knyght,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">It nedes me not to layne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I have hys trowth agayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And if that I wende off thys grownde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth, unfoughten awaye,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He wolde me call but a kowarde knyght<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In hys londe another daye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yet had I lever to be rynde and rente,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Mary, that mykel maye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then ever my manhod schulde be reprovyd<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wyth a Skotte another daye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And let scharpe arowes flee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mynstrells, play up for your waryson,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And well quyt it schall be.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Every man thynke on hys trewe love,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And marke hym to the Trenite;<!-- Page 14 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For to God I make myne avowe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thys day wyll I not fle."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hys standerde stode on hye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That every man myght full well knowe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By syde stode starres thre.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The whyte lyon on the Ynglysh parte,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forsoth, as I yow sayne,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lucetts and the cressawnts both;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Skotts faught them agayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Uppon Sent Andrewe lowde cane they crye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thrysse they schowte on hyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And syne marked them one owr Ynglysshe men,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As I have tolde yow ryght.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To name they were full fayne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Owr Ynglysshe men they cryde on hyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thrysse the schowtte agayne.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wyth that, scharpe arowes bygan to flee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I tell yow in sertayne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Men of armes byganne to joyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Many a dowghty man was ther slayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Percy and the Dowglas mette,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ether of other was fayne;<!-- Page 15 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They schapped together, whyll that the swette,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With swords of fyne collayne;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnetts ranne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the roke doth in the rayne;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Yelde the to me," sayd the Dowglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Or ells thow schalt be slayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For I see by thy bryght bassonet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thow art sum man of myght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"<a name="LNanchor_4a2_96" id="LNanchor_4a2_96"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a2_96" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Thow art an yerle, or ells a knyght.</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"By my good faythe," sayd the noble Percy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Now haste thou rede full ryght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whyll I may stonde and fyght."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They swapped together, whyll that they swette,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wyth swordes scharpe and long;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ych on other so faste they beette,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Percy was a man of strenghth,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">I tell yow in thys stounde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he felle to the growynde.<!-- Page 16 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I tell yow in sertayne;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the harte he cowde hym smyte,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus was the Dowglas slayne.<a name="LNanchor_4a2_112" id="LNanchor_4a2_112"></a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The stonderds stode styll on eke syde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With many a grevous grone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many a dowghty man was slayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But styffly in stowre can stond,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth and sertenly,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That daye that he cowde dye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The yerle of Mentaye he was slayne,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Grysely groned uppon the growynd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Steward,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_4a2_128" id="LNanchor_4a2_128"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a2_128" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Syr John of Agurstonne.</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Syr Charlles Morrey in that place,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 17 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span><span class="i2">That never a fote wold flye;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Hughe Maxwelle, a lorde he was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With the Dowglas dyd he dye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth as I yow saye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of fowre and forty thowsande Scotts<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Went but eyghtene awaye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth and sertenlye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A gentell knyght, Sir John Fitz-hughe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yt was the more petye.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Syr James Harebotell ther was slayne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For hym ther hartes were sore;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gentyll <a name="LNanchor_4a2_143" id="LNanchor_4a2_143"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a2_143" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lovelle</a> ther was slayne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That the Percyes standerd bore.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was slayne uppon the Ynglyssh perte,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For soth as I yow saye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fyve hondert cam awaye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The other were slayne in the fylde;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cryste kepe their sowles from wo!<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seying ther was so few fryndes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Agaynst so many a foo.<!-- Page 18 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then one the morne they mayd them beeres<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of byrch, and haysell graye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many a wydowe with wepyng teyres<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ther makes they fette awaye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bytwene the nyghte and the day:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyfe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the Percy was lede awaye.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then was ther a Scottyshe prisoner tayne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_4a2_162" id="LNanchor_4a2_162"></a><a href="#Linenote_4a2_162" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Syr Hughe Mongomery</a> was hys name;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For soth as I yow saye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He borowed the Percy home agayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now let us all for the Percy praye<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Jesu most of myght,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To bryng hys sowle to the blysse of heven,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he was a gentyll knyght.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_4a2_96" id="Linenote_4a2_96"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a2_96" title="link to line number">96</a>. Being all in armour he could not know him.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a2_128" id="Linenote_4a2_128"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a2_128" title="link to line number">128</a>. Both the MSS. read here <i>Sir James</i>,
but see above, <a href="#LNanchor_4a2_112">Pt. I. ver. 112</a>.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a2_143" id="Linenote_4a2_143"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a2_143" title="link to line number">143</a>. Covelle, MS.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4a2_162" id="Linenote_4a2_162"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4a2_162" title="link to line number">162</a>. Supposed to be son of Lord John Montgomery, who took
Hotspur prisoner. In <i>The Hunting of the Cheviot</i> this Sir Hugh is said
to have been slain with an arrow.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 19 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_Scott" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBOURNE_Scott"></a>THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOURNE.</h3>
<p>From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, i. 354. In the <i>Complaynt of
Scotland</i> (1548), "The Persee and the Mongumrye met," (<a href="#LNanchor_4b_117">v. 117 of this
piece</a>,) occurs as the title, or rather the catchword, of one of the
popular songs of the time.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It fell about the Lammas tide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When the muir-men win their hay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The doughty Douglas bound him to ride<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into England, to drive a prey.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He chose the Gordons and the Græmes,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With them the Lindesays, <a name="LNanchor_4b_6" id="LNanchor_4b_6"></a><a href="#Linenote_4b_6" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">light and gay;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the <a name="LNanchor_4b_7" id="LNanchor_4b_7"></a><a href="#Linenote_4b_7" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Jardines</a> wald not with him ride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And they rue it to this day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And he has burn'd the dales of Tyne,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 20 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span><span class="i2">And part of Bambroughshire;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And three good towers on Reidswire fells,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He left them all on fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And he march'd up to Newcastle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And rode it round about;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O wha's the lord of this castle,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or wha's the lady o't?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But up spake proud Lord Percy then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And O but he spake hie!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I am the lord of this castle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My wife's the lady gay."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If thou'rt the lord of this castle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sae weel it pleases me!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For, ere I cross the Border fells,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The tane of us shall die."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He took a lang spear in his hand,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shod with the metal free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And for to meet the Douglas there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He rode right furiouslie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But O how pale his lady look'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Frae aff the castle wa',<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">When down before the Scottish spear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She saw proud Percy fa'.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Had we twa been upon the green,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And never an eye to see,<!-- Page 21 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_4b_35" id="LNanchor_4b_35"></a><a href="#Linenote_4b_35" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">I wad hae had you, flesh and fell;</a><span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But your sword sall gae wi' me."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But gae ye up to Otterbourne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wait there dayis three;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if I come not ere three dayis end,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fause knight ca' ye me."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The Otterbourne's a bonnie burn;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis pleasant there to be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But there is nought at Otterbourne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To feed my men and me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The deer rins wild on hill and dale,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The birds fly wild from tree to tree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But there is neither bread nor kale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To fend my men and me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yet I will stay at Otterbourne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where you shall welcome be;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if ye come not at three dayis end,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fause lord I'll ca' thee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thither will I come," proud Percy said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"By the might of Our Ladye!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"There will I bide thee," said the Douglas,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"My troth I plight to thee."<!-- Page 22 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They lighted high on Otterbourne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the bent sae brown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They lighted high on Otterbourne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And threw their pallions down.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And he that had a bonnie boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sent out his horse to grass;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he that had not a bonnie boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His ain servant he was.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But up then spake a little page,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before the peep of dawn—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Percy's hard at hand."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sae loud I hear ye lie:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Percy had not men yestreen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To dight my men and me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But I have dream'd a dreary dream,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beyond the Isle of Sky;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I saw a dead man win a fight,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I think that man was I."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He belted on his guid braid sword,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the field he ran;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he forgot the helmet good,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 23 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span><span class="i2">That should have kept his brain.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Percy wi' the Douglas met,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wat he was fu' fain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They swakked their swords, till sair they swat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the blood ran down like rain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Percy with his good broad sword,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That could so sharply wound,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Has wounded Douglas on the brow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till he fell to the ground.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then he call'd on his little foot-page,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And said—"Run speedilie,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fetch my ain dear sister's son,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir Hugh Montgomery.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My nephew good," the Douglas said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"What recks the death of ane!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Last night I dream'd a dreary dream,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I ken the day's thy ain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My wound is deep; I fain would sleep;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Take thou the vanguard of the three,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And hide me by the braken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That grows on yonder lilye lee.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O bury me by the braken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath the blooming brier,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let never living mortal ken<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ere a kindly Scot lies here."<!-- Page 24 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He lifted up that noble lord,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' the saut tear in his ee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He hid him in the braken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That his merrie-men might not see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The moon was clear, the day drew near,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The spears in flinders flew,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But mony a gallant Englishman<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere day the Scotsmen slew.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Gordons good, in English blood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They steep'd their hose and shoon;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lindsays flew like fire about,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till all the fray was done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_4b_117" id="LNanchor_4b_117"></a>The Percy and Montgomery met,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That either of other were fain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They swapped swords, and they twa swat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And aye the blood ran down between.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Or else I vow I'll lay thee low!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"To whom must I yield," quoth Earl Percy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Now that I see it must be so?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor yet shalt thou yield to me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yield thee to the braken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That grows upon yon lilye lee."<!-- Page 25 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I will not yield to a braken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor yet will I yield to a brier;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I would yield to Earl Douglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or Sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he were here."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He struck his sword's point in the gronde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Montgomery was a courteous knight,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And quickly took him by the honde.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This deed was done at the Otterbourne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About the breaking of the day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Earl Douglas was buried at the braken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_4b_140" id="LNanchor_4b_140"></a><a href="#Linenote_4b_140" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And the Percy led captive away.</a><span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_4b_6" id="Linenote_4b_6"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4b_6" title="link to line number">6</a>. "Light" is the appropriated designation of the Lindsays,
as "gay" is that of the Gordons.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4b_7" id="Linenote_4b_7"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4b_7" title="link to line number">7</a>. The Jardines were a clan of hardy West-Border men. Their
chief was Jardine of Applegirth. Their refusal to ride with Douglas was,
probably, the result of one of those perpetual feuds, which usually rent
to pieces a Scottish army.—S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4b_35" id="Linenote_4b_35"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4b_35" title="link to line number">35</a>. Douglas insinuates that Percy was rescued by his
soldiers.—S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_4b_140" id="Linenote_4b_140"></a><a href="#LNanchor_4b_140" title="link to line number">140</a>. Douglas was really buried in Melrose Abbey, where his
tomb is still to be seen.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_HUNTING_OF_THE_CHEVIOT" id="THE_HUNTING_OF_THE_CHEVIOT"></a>THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT.</h3>
<p>In <i>the Battle of Otterbourne</i> the story is told with all the usual
accuracy of tradition, and the usual fairness of partizans. Not so with
the following ballad, which is founded on the same event. "That which is
commonly sung of the <i>Hunting of Cheviot</i>," says Hume of Godscroft
truly, "seemeth indeed poetical, and a <!-- Page 26 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span>mere fiction, perhaps to stir up
virtue; yet a fiction whereof there is no mention either in the Scottish
or English chronicle." When this ballad arose we do not know, but we may
suppose that a considerable time would elapse before a minstrel would
venture to treat an historical event with so much freedom.</p>
<p>We must, however, allow some force to these remarks of Percy: "With
regard to the subject of this ballad, although it has no countenance
from history, there is room to think it had originally some foundation
in fact. It was one of the laws of the Marches, frequently renewed
between the nations, that neither party should hunt in the other's
borders, without leave from the proprietors or their deputies. There had
long been a rivalship between the two martial families of Percy and
Douglas, which, heightened by the national quarrel, must have produced
frequent challenges and struggles for superiority, petty invasions of
their respective domains, and sharp contests for the point of honour;
which would not always be recorded in history. Something of this kind,
we may suppose, gave rise to the ancient ballad of the <i>Hunting a' the
Cheviat</i>. Percy Earl of Northumberland had vowed to hunt for three days
in the Scottish border, without condescending to ask leave from Earl
Douglas, who was either lord of the soil, or lord warden of the Marches.
Douglas would not fail to resent the insult, and endeavour to repel the
intruders by force: this would naturally produce a sharp conflict
between the two parties; something of which, it is probable, did really
happen, though not attended with the tragical circumstances recorded in
the ballad: for these are evidently borrowed from the Battle of
Otter<!-- Page 27 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span>bourn, a very different event, but which aftertimes would easily
confound with it."<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p>
<p>The ballad as here printed is of the same age as the preceding. It is
extracted from Hearne's Preface to the <i>History</i> of Guilielmus
Neubrigensis, p. lxxxii. Hearne derived his copy from a manuscript in
the Ashmolean collection at Oxford, and printed the text in long lines,
which, according to custom, are now broken up into two.</p>
<p>The manuscript copy is subscribed at the end "Expliceth quoth Rychard
Sheale." Richard Sheale (it has been shown by a writer in the <i>British
Bibliographer</i>, vol. iv. p. 97-105) was a minstrel by profession, and
several other pieces in the same MS. have a like signature with this. On
this ground it has been very strangely concluded that Sheale was not, as
Percy and Ritson supposed, the transcriber, but the actual author of
this noble ballad. The glaring objection of the antiquity of the
language has<!-- Page 28 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> been met, first, by the supposition that the author
belonged to the north of England, and afterwards, when it appeared that
Sheale lived at Tamworth, about a hundred miles from London, by the
allegation that the language of a person in humble life in Warwickshire
or Staffordshire would be very far behind the current speech of the
metropolis. It happens, however, that the language of the ballad is very
much older than the other compositions of Sheale, as a moment's
inspection will show. Besides, Sheale's poetical abilities were
manifestly of the lowest order, and although he styles himself
"minstrel," we have no reason to think that he ever composed ballads. He
speaks of his memory being at one time so decayed that he "could neither
sing nor talk." Being a mere ballad-<i>singer</i> and story-teller, he would
naturally be dependent on that faculty. The fact is very obvious, that
Richard Sheale was a mere reciter of songs and tales; at any rate, that
all we have to thank him for in the matter of <i>Chevy Chase</i> is for
committing to paper the only old copy that has come down to our
times.<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a></p>
<p>The <i>Hunting of the Cheviot</i> is mentioned in the <i>Complaynt of Scotland</i>
with other, very ancient, ballads. It was consequently popular in
Scotland in 1548, ten years before the time that we <i>know</i> Sheale to
have written anything. The mention of James the Scottish King forbids us
to assign this piece an earlier date than the reign of Henry VI.</p>
<p>It has been customary to understand Sidney's<!-- Page 29 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> saying of the "old song of
Percy and Douglas"—that it moved his heart more than a
trumpet—exclusively of <i>Chevy Chase</i>. There is no question which ballad
would stand higher in the estimation of the gentle knight, but the terms
by which the war-song he admired is described are of course equally
applicable to <i>The Battle of Otterbourne</i>. By the way we may remark that
if we do understand Sidney to have meant <i>Chevy Chase</i>, then, whatever
opinion writers of our day may have of its antiquity, and however
probable it may seem to them that <i>Chevy Chase</i> was written by a
contemporary of Sir Philip, it appeared to the author of the <i>Defence of
Poetry</i> to be "evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of an uncivil
age"!</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> The Editor of the <i>Reliques</i> afterwards met with the following
passage in Collins's <i>Peerage</i>, which he thought might throw some light
on the question of the origin of the ballad.</p>
<p>"In this ... year, 1436, according to Hector Boethius, was fought the
battle of Pepperden, not far from the Cheviot Hills, between the Earl of
Northumberland [IId Earl, son of Hotspur], and Earl William Douglas, of
Angus, with a small army of about four thousand men each, in which the
latter had the advantage. As this seems to have been a private conflict
between these two great Chieftains of the Borders, rather than a
national war, it has been thought to have given rise to the celebrated
old ballad of Chevy-Chase; which to render it more pathetic and
interesting, has been heightened with tragical incidents wholly
fictitious."</p>
<p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> We regret that even Dr. Rimbault has hastily sanctioned this
ascription of <i>Chevy-Chase</i> to the "sely" minstrel of Tamworth.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h4><a name="THE_FIRST_FIT" id="THE_FIRST_FIT"></a>THE FIRST FIT.</h4>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Persè owt off Northombarlande,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And a vowe to God mayd he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he wold hunte in the mountayns<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Off Chyviat within days thre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In the <a name="LNanchor_5a_5" id="LNanchor_5a_5"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_5" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">mauger</a> of doughtè Dogles,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all that ever with him be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He sayd he wold kill, and cary them away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Be my feth," sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 30 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span><span class="i2">"I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may."<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_5a_11" id="LNanchor_5a_11"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Then the</a> Persè owt of Banborowe cam,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With him a myghtee meany;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With fifteen hondrith <a name="LNanchor_5a_13" id="LNanchor_5a_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">archares</a> bold off blood and bone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The wear chosen owt of <a name="LNanchor_5a_14" id="LNanchor_5a_14"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_14" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">shyars thre</a>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This begane on a Monday at morn,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Cheviat the hillys so he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The chyld may rue that ys un-born,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It was the mor pittè.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The dryvars throrowe the woodès went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to reas the dear;<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bomen byckarte uppone the bent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With ther browd aras cleare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then the wyld thorowe the woodès went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On every sydè shear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Grea-hondes thorowe the grevis glent,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to kyll thear dear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The begane in Chyviat the hyls above,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yerly on a Monnyn day;<!-- Page 31 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be that it drewe to the oware off none,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The <a name="LNanchor_5a_31" id="LNanchor_5a_31"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_31" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">blewe a mort</a> uppone the bent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The semblyd on sydis shear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the quyrry then the Persè went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To se the bryttlynge off the deare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He sayd, "It was the Duglas promys<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">This day to met me hear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I wyste he wold faylle, verament:"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A great oth the Persè swear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lokyde at his hand full ny;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was war <a name="LNanchor_5a_41" id="LNanchor_5a_41"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">a' the</a> doughetie Doglas comynge,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With him a myghttè meany;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Both with spear, <a name="LNanchor_5a_43" id="LNanchor_5a_43"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_43" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">byll</a>, and brande;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yt was a myghti sight to se;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hardyar men, both off hart nar hande,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wear not in Christiantè.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Withowtè any feale;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 32 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span><span class="i2">Yth' bowndes of Tividale.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Leave of the brytlyng of the dear," he sayde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And to your <a name="LNanchor_5a_52" id="LNanchor_5a_52"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_52" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">bowys</a> lock ye tayk good heed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had ye never so mickle ned."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The dougheti Dogglas on a stede<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He rode att his men beforne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A bolder barne was never born.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Tell me whos men ye ar," he says,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Or whos men that ye be:<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the spyt of me?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yt was the good lord Persè:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar," he says,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Nor whos men that we be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But we wyll hount hear in this chays,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the spyt of thyne and of the.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We have kyld, and cast to carry them a-way:"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Be my troth," sayd the doughtè Dogglas <a name="LNanchor_5a_71" id="LNanchor_5a_71"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_71" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">agayn</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day."<!-- Page 33 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then sayd the doughtè Doglas<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto the lord Persè:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"To kyll all thes giltles men,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alas, it wear great pittè!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I am a yerle callyd within my contrè;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let all our men uppone a parti stande,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And do the battell off the and of me."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne," <a name="LNanchor_5a_81" id="LNanchor_5a_81"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_81" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">sayd the</a> lord Persè,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Whosoever ther-to says nay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be my troth, doughttè Doglas," he says,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Thow shalt never se that day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor for no man of a woman born,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, and fortune be my chance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I dar met him, on man for on."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Richard Wytharyngton was him nam;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde," he says,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"To kyng Herry the fourth for sham.<!-- Page 34 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I wat youe byn great lordes twaw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I am a poor squyar of lande;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wyll never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And stande myselffe, and loocke on,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But whyll I may my weppone welde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wyll not [fayl] both hart and hande."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_5a_99" id="LNanchor_5a_99"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a_99" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">That day, that day, that dredfull day!</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The first fit here I fynde;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And youe wyll here any mor a' the hountyng a' the Chyviat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet ys ther mor behynd.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_5" id="Linenote_5a_5"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_5" title="link to line number">5</a>. magger.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_11" id="Linenote_5a_11"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_11" title="link to line number">11</a>. The the.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_13" id="Linenote_5a_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_13" title="link to line number">13</a>. archardes.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_14" id="Linenote_5a_14"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_14" title="link to line number">14</a>. By these <i>shyars thre</i> is probably meant three districts
in Northumberland, which still go by the name of <i>shires</i>, and are all
in the neighbourhood of Cheviot. These are <i>Islandshire</i>, being the
district so named from Holy-Island: <i>Norehamshire</i>, so called from the
town and castle of Noreham (or Norham): and <i>Bamboroughshire</i>, the ward
or hundred belonging to Bamborough-castle and town.—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_31" id="Linenote_5a_31"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_31" title="link to line number">31</a>. blwe a mot.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_41" id="Linenote_5a_41"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_41" title="link to line number">41</a>. ath the.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_43" id="Linenote_5a_43"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_43" title="link to line number">43</a>. brylly.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_52" id="Linenote_5a_52"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_52" title="link to line number">52</a>. boys.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_71" id="Linenote_5a_71"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_71" title="link to line number">71</a>. agay.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_81" id="Linenote_5a_81"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_81" title="link to line number">81</a>. sayd the the.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a_99" id="Linenote_5a_99"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a_99" title="link to line number">99</a>. "That day, that day, that gentil day," is cited in <i>The
Complaynt of Scotland</i>, (ii. 101,) not, we imagine, as the <i>title</i> of a
ballad (any more than "The Persee and the Mongumrye met," <i>ante</i>, p.
19,) but as a line by which the song containing it might be recalled.</p>
</div>
<h4>THE SECOND FIT.</h4>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_5a2_1" id="LNanchor_5a2_1"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ther hartes were good yenoughe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The first off arros that the shote off,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.<!-- Page 35 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet byddys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A captayne good yenoughe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that was sene verament,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Dogglas pertyd his ost or thre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With suar spears off myghttè tre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The cum in on every syde:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gave many a wounde full wyde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many a doughete the garde to dy,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which ganyde them no pryde.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Ynglyshe men let thear <a name="LNanchor_5a2_17" id="LNanchor_5a2_17"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">bowys</a> be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And pulde owt brandes that wer <a name="LNanchor_5a2_18" id="LNanchor_5a2_18"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_18" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">bright;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It was a hevy syght to se<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bryght swordes on basnites lyght.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Throrowe ryche male and myneyeple,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Many sterne the stroke <a name="LNanchor_5a2_22" id="LNanchor_5a2_22"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_22" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">downe</a> streght;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many a freyke that was full fre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ther undar foot dyd lyght.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At last the Duglas and the Persè met,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_5a2_26" id="LNanchor_5a2_26"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_26" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne;</a><!-- Page 36 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The swapte togethar tyll the both swat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With swordes that wear of fyn myllàn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thes worthè freckys for to fyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ther-to the wear full fayne,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tyll the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As ever dyd heal or <a name="LNanchor_5a2_32" id="LNanchor_5a2_32"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_32" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">rayne</a>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<a name="LNanchor_5a2_33" id="LNanchor_5a2_33"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_33" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Holde</a> the, Persè," sayde the Doglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And i' feth I shall the brynge<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Jamy our <a name="LNanchor_5a2_36" id="LNanchor_5a2_36"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_36" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Scottish</a> kynge.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thoue shalte have thy ransom fre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I hight the hear this thinge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the manfullyste man yet art thowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ever I conqueryd in filde fightyng."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Nay," sayd the lord Persè,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I tolde it the beforne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I wolde never yeldyde be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To no man of a woman born."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With that ther cam <a name="LNanchor_5a2_45" id="LNanchor_5a2_45"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_45" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">an arrowe</a> hastely,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Forthe off a myghttè wane;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In at the brest bane.<!-- Page 37 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Throroue lyvar and longs, bathe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sharp arrowe ys gane,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That never after in all his lyffe-days,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He spayke mo wordes but ane:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That was, "Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye may,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For my lyff-days ben gan."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Persè leanyde on his brande,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sawe the Duglas de;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He tooke the dede mane be the hande,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sayd, "Wo ys me for the!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"To have savyde thy lyffe, I wolde have pertyde with<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My landes for years thre,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For a better man, of hart nare of hande,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was not in all the north contrè."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was callyd Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He spendyd a spear, a trusti tre:—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He rod uppon a corsiare<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throughe a hondrith archery:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He never stynttyde, nar never blane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tyll he cam to the good lord Persè.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He set uppone the lord Persè<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A dynte that was full soare;<!-- Page 38 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a suar spear of a myghttè tre<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Clean thorow the body he the Persè ber,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A' the tothar syde that a man myght se<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A large cloth yard and mare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiantè,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then that day slain wear ther.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">An archar off Northomberlonde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Say slean was the lord Persè;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He bar a bende-bowe in his hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was made off trusti tre.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_5a2_83" id="LNanchor_5a2_83"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_45" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">An arow</a>, that a cloth yarde was lang,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To th' harde stele haylde he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A dynt that was both sad and soar,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He sat on Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The dynt yt was both sad and <a name="LNanchor_5a2_87" id="LNanchor_5a2_87"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_87" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">soar</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he <a name="LNanchor_5a2_88" id="LNanchor_5a2_88"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_88" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">on</a> Monggonberry sete;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With his hart-blood the wear wete.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was never a freak wone foot wolde fle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But still in stour dyd stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With many a balfull brande.<!-- Page 39 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This battell begane in Chyviat<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_5a2_96" id="LNanchor_5a2_96"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_45" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">An owar</a> befor the none,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when even-song bell was rang,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The battell was nat half done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_5a2_99" id="LNanchor_5a2_99"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_99" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The tooke on ethar hand</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be the lyght off the mone;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many hade no strength for to stande,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Chyviat the hillys <a name="LNanchor_5a2_102" id="LNanchor_5a2_102"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_102" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">aboun</a>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Went away but fifti and thre;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of twenty hondrith spear-men of Skotlonde,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But even five and fifti:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But all wear slayne Cheviat within;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The hade no strenge to stand on hy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The chylde may rue that ys unborne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It was the mor pittè.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thear was slayne withe the lord Persè,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir John of Agerstone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Rogar, the hinde Hartly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Jorg, the worthè <a name="LNanchor_5a2_115" id="LNanchor_5a2_115"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_115" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lovele</a>,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A knyght of great renowen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Raff, the ryche Rugbè,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With dyntes wear beaten dowene.<!-- Page 40 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ever he slayne shulde be;<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was slayne with the dougheti Duglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Davy <a name="LNanchor_5a2_125" id="LNanchor_5a2_125"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_125" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lwdale</a>, that worthè was,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His sistars son was he:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His Charls a Murrè in that place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That never a foot wolde fle;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With the Doglas dyd he dey.<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So on the morrowe the mayde them byears<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Off birch and hasell so <a name="LNanchor_5a2_132" id="LNanchor_5a2_132"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_132" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">gray</a>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many wedous with wepyng tears<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cam to fach ther makys away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Tivydale may carpe off care,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Northombarlond may mayk grat mon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For towe such captayns as slayne wear thear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On the March-perti shall never be non.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Jamy the Skottishe kyng,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He lay slean Chyviot with-in.<!-- Page 41 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His handdes dyd he weal and wryng,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He sayd, "Alas, and woe ys me!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Such an othar captayn Skotland within,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He sayd, ye-feth shuld never be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till the fourth Harry our kyng,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That lord Persè, <a name="LNanchor_5a2_149" id="LNanchor_5a2_149"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_149" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">leyff</a>-tenante of the Merchis,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He lay slayne Chyviat within.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"God have merci on his soll," sayd kyng Harry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Good lord, yf thy will it be!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde," he sayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"As good as ever was he:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Persè, and I brook my lyffe,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy deth well quyte shall be."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As our noble kyng mayd his a-vowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lyke a noble prince of renowen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the deth of the lord Persè<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He dyde the battell of Hombyll-down:<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wher syx and thritté Skottishe knyghtes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On a day wear beaten down:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_5a2_163" id="LNanchor_5a2_163"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_163" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Glendale</a> glytteryde on ther armor bryght,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Over castill, towar, and town.<!-- Page 42 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This was the Hontynge off the Cheviat;<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That tear begane this spurn:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Call it the Battell of Otterburn.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At Otterburn began this spurne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Uppon a <a name="LNanchor_5a2_170" id="LNanchor_5a2_170"></a><a href="#Linenote_5a2_170" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Monnyn</a> day:<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ther was the dougghtè Doglas slean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Persè never went away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ther was never a tym on the March-partes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sen the Doglas and the Persè met,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yt was marvele, and the rede blude ronne not,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the reane doys in the stret.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Jhesue Christ our ballys bete,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the blys us brynge!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus was the Hountynge of the Chivyat:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">God send us all good endyng!<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_1" id="Linenote_5a2_1"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_1" title="link to line number">1-4</a>. It is well known that the ancient English weapon was the
long-bow, and that this nation excelled all others in archery, while the
Scottish warriors chiefly depended on the use of the spear. This
characteristic difference never escapes our ancient bard.—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_17" id="Linenote_5a2_17"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_17" title="link to line number">17</a>. boys.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_18" id="Linenote_5a2_18"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_18" title="link to line number">18</a>. briggt.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_22" id="Linenote_5a2_22"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_22" title="link to line number">22</a>. done.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_26" id="Linenote_5a2_26"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_26" title="link to line number">26</a>. to, i. e. tow.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_32" id="Linenote_5a2_32"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_32" title="link to line number">32</a>. ran.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_33" id="Linenote_5a2_33"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_33" title="link to line number">33</a>. helde.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_36" id="Linenote_5a2_36"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_36" title="link to line number">36</a>. Scottih.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_45" id="Linenote_5a2_45"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_45" title="link to line number">45</a>. a narrowe.
So again in v. <a href="#LNanchor_5a2_83" title="link to line number">83</a>,
and a nowar in v. <a href="#LNanchor_5a2_96" title="link to line number">96</a>. This
transference of final n to the succeeding word is of common occurrence
in old poetry.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_87" id="Linenote_5a2_87"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_87" title="link to line number">87</a>. sar.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_88" id="Linenote_5a2_88"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_88" title="link to line number">88</a>. of.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_99" id="Linenote_5a2_99"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_99" title="link to line number">99</a>. a word has dropped out.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_102" id="Linenote_5a2_102"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_102" title="link to line number">102</a>. abou.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_115" id="Linenote_5a2_115"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_115" title="link to line number">115</a>. lo[=u]le.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_125" id="Linenote_5a2_125"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_125" title="link to line number">125</a>. Lwdale, i. e. Liddel.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_132" id="Linenote_5a2_132"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_132" title="link to line number">132</a>. gay.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_149" id="Linenote_5a2_149"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_149" title="link to line number">149</a>. cheyff.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_163" id="Linenote_5a2_163"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_163" title="link to line number">163</a>. Glendale is one of the seven wards of Northumberland. In
this district the village of Homildown is situated, about a mile from
Wooler. On the 14th of September, 1402, a battle was fought at this
place between the Percys and Archibald, Earl of Douglas, in which the
Scots were totally routed, and Douglas taken prisoner.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5a2_170" id="Linenote_5a2_170"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5a2_170" title="link to line number">170</a>. Nonnyn.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 43 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="CHEVY-CHACE" id="CHEVY-CHACE"></a>CHEVY-CHACE.</h3>
<p>The text of this later ballad of <i>Chevy-Chace</i> is given as it appears in
<i>Old Ballads</i> (1723), vol. i. p. 111, and in Durfey's <i>Pills to Purge
Melancholy</i>, vol. iv. p. 289, and differs very slightly from that of the
<i>Reliques</i> (i. 265), where the ballad was printed from the folio MS.,
compared with two other black-letter copies.</p>
<p>The age of this version of the story is not known, but it is certainly
not later, says Dr. Rimbault, than the reign of Charles the Second.
Addison's papers in the <i>Spectator</i> (Nos. 70 and 74) evince so true a
perception of the merits of this ballad, shorn as it is of the most
striking beauties of the grand original, that we cannot but deeply
regret his never having seen the ancient and genuine copy, which was
published by Hearne only a few days after Addison died. Well might the
Spectator dissent from the judgment of Sidney, if <i>this</i> were the rude
and ill-apparelled song of a barbarous age.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God prosper long our noble king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our lives and safeties all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A woful hunting once there did<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Chevy-Chace befall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To drive the deer with hound and horn,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Erle Piercy took his way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The child may rue that is unborn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The hunting of that day.<!-- Page 44 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The stout Earl of Northumberland<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A vow to God did make,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His pleasure in the Scottish woods<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Three summer's days to take;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The chiefest harts in Chevy-Chace<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To kill and bear away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The tidings to Earl Douglas came,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Scotland where he lay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who sent Earl Piercy present word,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He would prevent his sport;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The English earl not fearing this,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did to the woods resort,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With fifteen hundred bow-men bold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All chosen men of might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who knew full well in time of need<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To aim their shafts aright.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To chase the fallow deer;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Monday they began to hunt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When day-light did appear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And long before high noon they had<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An hundred fat bucks slain;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then having din'd, the drovers went<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To rouze them up again.<!-- Page 45 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The bow-men muster'd on the hills,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Well able to endure;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their backsides all, with special care,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That day were guarded sure.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The hounds ran swiftly thro' the woods,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The nimble deer to take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with their cries the hills and dales<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An eccho shrill did make.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord Piercy to the quarry went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To view the tender deere;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quoth he, "Earl Douglas promised<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This day to meet me heer.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If that I thought he would not come,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">No longer would I stay."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With that, a brave young gentleman<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus to the Earl did say:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His men in armour bright;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Full twenty hundred Scottish spears,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All marching in our sight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"All men of pleasant Tividale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fast by the river Tweed:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Then cease your sport," Erle Piercy said,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And take your bows with speed.<!-- Page 46 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And now with me, my countrymen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your courage forth advance;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For there was never champion yet<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Scotland or in France,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"That ever did on horseback come,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But, <a name="LNanchor_5b_62" id="LNanchor_5b_62"></a><a href="#Linenote_5b_62" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">if</a> my hap it were,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I durst encounter man for man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With him to break a spear."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Most like a baron bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Rode foremost of the company,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose armour shone like gold.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Show me," he said, "whose men you be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That hunt so boldly here,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That, without my consent, do chase<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And kill my fallow-deer."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The man that first did answer make<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was noble Piercy he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who said, "We list not to declare,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor show whose men we be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yet we will spend our dearest blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy chiefest hart to slay;"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Douglas swore a solemn oath,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 47 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span><span class="i2">And thus in rage did say;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ere thus I will out-braved be,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">One of us two shall dye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I know thee well, an earl thou art;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lord Piercy, so am I.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But trust me, Piercy, pity it were,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And great offence, to kill<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Any of these our harmless men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they have done no ill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Let thou and I the battel try,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And set our men aside:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Accurs'd be he," Lord Piercy said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"By whom this is deny'd."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then stept a gallant squire forth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Witherington was his name)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who said, "I would not have it told<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Henry our king for shame,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"That ere my captaine fought on foot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I stood looking on:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You be two earls," said Witherington,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And I a squire alone.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I'll do the best that do I may,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While I have power to stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I have power to wield my sword,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'll fight with heart and hand."<!-- Page 48 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Our English archers bent their bows,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their hearts were good and true;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the first flight of arrows sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full three score Scots they slew.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To drive the deer with hound and horn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Earl Douglas had the bent;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A captain mov'd with mickle pride<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The spears to shivers sent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They clos'd full fast on every side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No slacknes there was found;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many a gallant gentleman<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lay gasping on the ground.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O Christ! it was a grief to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And likewise for to hear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cries of men lying in their gore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And scatter'd here and there.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At last these two stout earls did meet,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like captains of great might;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like <a name="LNanchor_5b_123" id="LNanchor_5b_123"></a><a href="#Linenote_5b_123" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">lions</a> mov'd they laid on load,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And made a cruel fight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They fought until they both did sweat,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With swords of temper'd steel;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until the blood, like drops of rain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They trickling down did feel.<!-- Page 49 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yield thee, Lord Piercy," Douglas said;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"In faith I will thee bring,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where thou shalt high advanced be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By James, our Scottish king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thy ransom I will freely give,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thus report of thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thou art the most couragious knight<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ever I did see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<a name="LNanchor_5b_137" id="LNanchor_5b_137"></a><a href="#Linenote_5b_137" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">No</a>, Douglas," quoth Earl Piercy then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Thy proffer I do scorn;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will not yield to any Scot<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ever yet was born."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With that, there came an arrow keen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Out of an English bow,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A deep and deadly blow:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Who never spoke more words than these,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Fight on, my merry men all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For why, my life is at an end,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lord Piercy sees my fall."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then leaving life, Earl Piercy took<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The dead man by the hand;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And said, "Earl Douglas, for thy life<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would I had lost my land!<!-- Page 50 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O Christ! my very heart doth bleed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With sorrow for thy sake;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For sure, a more renowned knight<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mischance did never take."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A knight amongst the Scots there was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which saw Earl Douglas dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who straight in wrath did vow revenge<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the Earl Piercy.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Hugh Montgomery was he call'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who, with a spear most bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well-mounted on a gallant steed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ran fiercely thro' the fight;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And pass'd the English archers all,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without all dread or fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And through Earl Piercy's body then<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He thrust his hateful spear.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With such a veh'ment force and might<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He did his body gore,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The spear ran through the other side<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A large cloth-yard, and more.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So thus did both these nobles dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose courage none could stain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An English archer then perceiv'd<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The noble earl was slain.<!-- Page 51 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He had a bow bent in his hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Made of a trusty tree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An arrow of a cloth-yard long<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Up to the head drew he.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Against Sir Hugh Montgomery<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So right his shaft he set,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The grey goose-wing that was thereon<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In his heart's blood was wet.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This fight did last from break of day<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till setting of the sun;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For when they rung the <a name="LNanchor_5b_187" id="LNanchor_5b_187"></a><a href="#Linenote_5b_187" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">evening-bell</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The battel scarce was done.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With the Earl Piercy, there was slain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir John of Ogerton,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir James, that bold baron.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And with Sir George and good Sir James,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Both knights of good account,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Good Sir Ralph Rabby there was slain,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose prowess did surmount.<!-- Page 52 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For Witherington needs must I wail,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_5b_198" id="LNanchor_5b_198"></a><a href="#Linenote_5b_198" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">As one in doleful dumps;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For when his legs were smitten off,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He fought upon his stumps.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And with Earl Douglas, there was slain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir Hugh Montgomery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Charles Currel, that from the field<br /></span>
<span class="i2">One foot would never fly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Charles Murrel, of Ratcliff, too,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His sister's son was he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir David Lamb, so well esteem'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet saved could not bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And the Lord Maxwell in like wise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did with Earl Douglas dye;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of twenty hundred Scottish spears<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Scarce fifty-five did fly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Went home but fifty-three;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rest were slain in Chevy-Chace,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Under the green-wood tree.<!-- Page 53 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Next day did many widows come,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their husbands to bewail;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They wash'd their wounds in brinish tears,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But <a name="LNanchor_5b_220" id="LNanchor_5b_220"></a><a href="#Linenote_5b_220" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">all</a> would not prevail.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Their bodies, bath'd in purple blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They bore with them away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They kiss'd them dead a thousand times,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When they were clad in clay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This news was brought to Edinburgh,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where Scotland's king did reign,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That brave Earl Douglas suddenly<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was with an arrow slain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O heavy news," King James did say;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Scotland can witness be,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I have not any captain more<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of such account as he."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Like tidings to King Henry came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within as short a space,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That Piercy of Northumberland<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was slaine in Chevy-Chace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now God be with him," said our king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Sith 't will no better be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I trust I have within my realm<br /></span>
<!-- Page 54 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span><span class="i2">Five hundred as good as he.<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But I will vengeance take,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And be revenged on them all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For brave Earl Piercy's sake."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This vow full well the king perform'd,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">After, on Humbledown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In one day, fifty knights were slain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With lords of great renown.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And of the rest, of small account,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did many thousands dye:<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Made by the Earl Piercy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God save the king, and bless the land<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In plenty, joy, and peace;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And grant henceforth, that foul debate<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Twixt noblemen may cease!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_5b_62" id="Linenote_5b_62"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5b_62" title="link to line number">62</a>. since.—O. B.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5b_123" id="Linenote_5b_123"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5b_123" title="link to line number">123</a>. Percy has <i>lions wood</i>.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5b_137" id="Linenote_5b_137"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5b_137" title="link to line number">137</a>. To.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5b_187" id="Linenote_5b_187"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5b_187" title="link to line number">187</a>. Sc. the Curfew bell, usually rung at eight o'clock; to
which the modernizer apparently alludes, instead of the "Evensong bell,"
or bell for vespers of the original author, before the
Reformation.—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5b_198" id="Linenote_5b_198"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5b_198" title="link to line number">198</a>. "I, as one in deep concern, must lament." The
construction here has generally been misunderstood.—P.</p>
<p>This phrase may help us to determine the date of the authorship of the
ballad. "Doleful dumps" suggested nothing ludicrous to a writer of the
age of Elizabeth, but not long after became burlesque. The observation
is Percy's.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_5b_220" id="Linenote_5b_220"></a><a href="#LNanchor_5b_220" title="link to line number">220</a>. They.—O. B.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 55 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="SIR_ANDREW_BARTON" id="SIR_ANDREW_BARTON"></a>SIR ANDREW BARTON.</h3>
<p class="center">From Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii. 193.</p>
<p>"The transactions which did the greatest honour to the Earl of Surrey
and his family at this time [<span class="smcap">A. D.</span> 1511], was their behaviour in the
case of Barton, a Scotch sea-officer. This gentleman's father having
suffered by sea from the Portuguese, he had obtained letters of marque
for his two sons to make reprisals upon the subjects of Portugal. It is
extremely probable, that the court of Scotland granted these letters
with no very honest intention. The council-board of England, at which
the Earl of Surrey held the chief place, was daily pestered with
complaints from the sailors and merchants, that Barton, who was called
Sir Andrew Barton, under pretence of searching for Portuguese goods,
interrupted the English navigation. Henry's situation at that time
rendered him backward from breaking with Scotland, so that their
complaints were but coldly received. The Earl of Surrey, however, could
not smother his indignation, but gallantly declared at the
council-board, that while he had an estate that could furnish out a
ship, or a son that was capable of commanding one, the narrow seas
should not be infested.</p>
<p>"Sir Andrew Barton, who commanded the two Scotch ships, had the
reputation of being one of the ablest sea officers of his time. By his
depredations,<!-- Page 56 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> he had amassed great wealth, and his ships were very
richly laden. Henry, notwithstanding his situation, could not refuse the
generous offer made by the Earl of Surrey. Two ships were immediately
fitted out, and put to sea with letters of marque, under his two sons,
Sir Thomas and Sir Edward Howard. After encountering a great deal of
foul weather, Sir Thomas came up with the Lion, which was commanded by
Sir Andrew Barton in person; and Sir Edward came up with the Union,
Barton's other ship [called by Hall, the Bark of Scotland]. The
engagement which ensued was extremely obstinate on both sides; but at
last the fortune of the Howards prevailed. Sir Andrew was killed,
fighting bravely, and encouraging his men with his whistle, to hold out
to the last; and the two Scotch ships, with their crews, were carried
into the River Thames [Aug. 2, 1511]." (Guthrie's <i>Peerage</i>, as quoted
by Percy.)</p>
<p>An old copy in the precious Manuscript furnished the foundation for
Percy's edition of this noble ballad. The editor states that the text of
the original was so incorrect as to require emendations from
black-letter copies and from conjecture. These emendations, where they
are noted, we have for the most part disregarded. We would fain believe
that nothing except a defect in the manuscript could have reconciled the
Bishop to adopting the four lines with which the ballad now begins.</p>
<p>The common, or black-letter copies, are somewhat abridged as well as
modernized. One of these is given <a href="#A_TRUE_RELATION_OE_THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_ANDREW_BARTON_A_PYRATE_AND">in the Appendix</a>.<!-- Page 57 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span></p>
<h4>THE FIRST PART.</h4>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_6_1" id="LNanchor_6_1"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">When Flora with her fragrant flowers</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bedeckt the earth so trim and gaye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Neptune with his daintye showers<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Came to present the monthe of Maye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Henrye rode to take the ayre,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Over the river of Thames past hee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When eighty merchants of London came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And downe they knelt upon their knee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O yee are welcome, rich merchànts,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Good saylors, welcome unto mee:"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They swore by the rood, they were saylors good,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But rich merchànts they cold not bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"To France nor Flanders dare we pass,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor Bordeaux voyage dare we fare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all for a robber that lyes on the seas,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who robbs us of our merchant ware."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">King Henrye frownd, and turned him rounde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And swore by the Lord that was mickle of might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I thought he had not beene in the world,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Durst have wrought England such unright."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The merchants sighed, and said, "Alas!"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thus they did their answer frame;<!-- Page 58 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"He is a proud Scott, that robbs on the seas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Sir Andrewe Barton is his name."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The king lookt over his left shoulder,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And an angrye look then looked hee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Have I never a lorde in all my realme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will feitch yond traytor unto mee?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Yea, that dare I," Lord Charles Howard sayes;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Yea, that dare I, with heart and hand;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If it please your grace to give me leave,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Myselfe will be the only man."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thou art but yong," the kyng replyed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Yond Scott hath numbred manye a yeare:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Trust me, my liege, Ile make him quail,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or before my prince I will never appeare."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Then bowemen and gunners thou shalt have,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And chuse them over my realme so free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides good mariners, and shipp-boyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To guide the great shipp on the sea."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The first man that Lord Howard chose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was the ablest gunner in all the realm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thoughe he was threescore yeeres and ten;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Good Peter Simon was his name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Peter," sais hee, "I must to the sea,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bring home a traytor live or dead;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before all others I have chosen thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of a hundred gunners to be the head."<!-- Page 59 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If you, my lord, have chosen mee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of a hundred gunners to be the head,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then hang me up on your maine-mast tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If I misse my marke one shilling bread."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My lord then chose a boweman rare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_6_54" id="LNanchor_6_54"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_54" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Whose active hands had gained fame;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Yorkshire was this gentleman borne,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And William Horseley was his name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Horsley," sayd he, "I must with speede<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Go seeke a traytor on the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now of a hundred bowemen brave<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be the head I have chosen thee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"If you," quoth hee, "have chosen mee<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of a hundred bowemen to be the head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On your main-mast Ile hanged bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If I miss twelvescore one penny bread."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With pikes, and gunnes, and bowemen bold,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">This noble Howard is gone to the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a valyant heart and a pleasant cheare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Out at Thames mouth sayled he.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And days he scant had sayled three,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the journey he tooke in hand,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But there he mett with a noble shipp,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And stoutely made itt stay and stand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thou must tell me," Lord Howard said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Now who thou art, and what's thy name;<!-- Page 60 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shewe me where thy dwelling is,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And whither bound, and whence thou came."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"My name is Henry Hunt," quoth hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a heavye heart, and a carefull mind;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I and my shipp doe both belong<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the Newcastle that stands upon Tyne."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Hast thou not heard, nowe, Henrye Hunt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As thou hast sayled by daye and by night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a Scottish robber on the seas;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Men call him Sir Andrew Barton, knight?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then ever he sighed, and sayd "Alas!"<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a grieved mind, and well-away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"But over-well I knowe that wight;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I was his prisoner yesterday.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"As I was sayling uppon the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A Burdeaux voyage for to fare,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To his <a name="LNanchor_6_91" id="LNanchor_6_91"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_91" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">hach-borde</a> he clasped me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And robd me of all my merchant ware.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mickle debts, God wot, I owe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And every man will have his owne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I am nowe to London bounde,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of our gracious king to beg a boone."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"That shall not need," Lord Howard sais;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Lett me but once that robber see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For every penny tane thee froe<!-- Page 61 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">It shall be doubled shillings three."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Nowe Gode forefend," the merchant said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"That you shold seek soe far amisse!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God keepe you out of that traitors hands!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full litle ye wott what a man hee is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Hee is brasse within, and steele without,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With beames on his topcastle stronge;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And eighteen pieces of ordinance<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He carries on each side along.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he hath a pinnace deerlye dight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">St. Andrewes crosse, that is his guide;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His pinnace beareth ninescore men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And fifteen canons on each side.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Were ye twentye shippes, and he but one,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I sweare by kirke, and bower, and hall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_6_115" id="LNanchor_6_115"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_115" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">He wold overcome them everye one,</a><span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">If once his beames they doe downe fall."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"This is cold comfort," sais my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"To wellcome a stranger thus to the sea:<!-- Page 62 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet Ile bring him and his shipp to shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or to Scotland hee shall carrye mee."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Then a noble gunner you must have,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he must aim well with his ee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sinke his pinnace into the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or else hee never orecome will bee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if you chance his shipp to borde,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">This counsel I must give withall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let no man to his topcastle goe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To strive to let his beams downe fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And seven pieces of ordinance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I pray your honour lend to mee,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">On each side of my shipp along,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I will lead you on the sea.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A glasse Ile sett, that may be seene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whether you sayle by day or night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to-morrowe, I sweare, by nine of the clocke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">You shall meet with Sir Andrewe Barton, knight."<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_6_1" id="Linenote_6_1"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_1" title="link to line number">1-4</a>. from the printed copy.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_6_54" id="Linenote_6_54"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_54" title="link to line number">54</a>. from the printed copy.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_6_91" id="Linenote_6_91"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_91" title="link to line number">91</a>. The MS. has here archborde, but in Part II. v. <a href="#LNanchor_6-2_5" title="link to line number">5</a>,
hachebord.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_6_115" id="Linenote_6_115"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6_115" title="link to line number">115</a>. It should seem from hence, that before our marine
artillery was brought to its present perfection, some naval commanders
had recourse to instruments or machines, similar in use, though perhaps
unlike in construction, to the heavy Dolphins made of lead or iron used
by the ancient Greeks; which they suspended from beams or yards fastened
to the mast, and which they precipitately let fall on the enemies'
ships, in order to sink them, by beating holes through the bottoms of
their undecked triremes, or otherwise damaging them.—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
</div>
<h4>THE SECOND PART.</h4>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The merchant sett my lorde a glasse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Soe well apparent in his sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And on the morrowe, by nine of the clocke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He shewed him Sir Andrewe Barton, knight.<!-- Page 63 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His <a name="LNanchor_6-2_5" id="LNanchor_6-2_5"></a><a href="#Linenote_6_91" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">hachebord</a> it was hached with gold,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Soe deerlye dight it dazzled the ee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Nowe by my faith," Lord Howarde sais,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"This is a gallant sight to see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Take in your ancyents, standards eke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So close that no man may them see;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And put me forth a white willowe wand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As merchants use to sayle the sea."<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_6-2_13" id="LNanchor_6-2_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_6-2_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">But they stirred neither top nor mast;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stoutly they past Sir Andrew by;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"What English churles are yonder," he sayd,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"That can soe litle curtesye?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now by the roode, three yeares and more<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I have been admirall over the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And never an English nor Portingall<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without my leave can passe this way."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then called he forth his stout pinnàce;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Fetch backe yond pedlars nowe to mee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I sweare by the masse, yon English churles<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shall all hang att my maine-mast tree."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With that the pinnace itt shott off;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full well Lord Howard might it ken;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For itt stroke down my lord's fore-mast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And killed fourteen of his men.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Come hither, Simon," sayes my lord,<!-- Page 64 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Looke that thy word be true, thou said;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For at my main-mast thou shalt hang,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou misse thy marke one shilling bread."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Simon was old, but his heart itt was bold;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His ordinance he laid right lowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He put in chaine full nine yardes long,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With other great shott, lesse and moe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he lette goe his great gunnes shott;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Soe well he settled itt with his ee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The first sight that Sir Andrew sawe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He see his pinnace sunke in the sea.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when he saw his pinnace sunke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lord, how his heart with rage did swell!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Nowe cutt my ropes, itt is time to be gon;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ile fetch yond pedlars backe mysell."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When my lord sawe Sir Andrewe loose,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within his heart hee was full faine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Nowe spread your ancyents, strike up drummes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sound all your trumpetts out amaine."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Fight on, my men," Sir Andrewe sais,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Weale, howsoever this geere will sway;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Itt is my lord admirall of Englànd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Is come to seeke mee on the sea."<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_6-2_53" id="LNanchor_6-2_53"></a>Simon had a sonne, who shott right well,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That did Sir Andrewe mickle scare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In att his decke he gave a shott,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Killed threescore of his men of warre.<!-- Page 65 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Henrye Hunt, with rigour hott,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Came bravely on the other side;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soone he drove downe his fore-mast tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And killed fourscore men beside.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Nowe, out alas!" Sir Andrewe cryed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"What may a man now thinke or say?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yonder merchant theefe, that pierceth mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He was my prisoner yesterday.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come hither to me, thou Gordon good,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That aye wast readye att my call;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will give thee three hundred pounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou wilt let my beames downe fall."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord Howard hee then calld in haste,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Horselye, see thou be true in stead;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thou shalt at the maine-mast hang,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou misse twelvescore one penny bread."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Gordon swarved the maine-mast tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He swarved it with might and maine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Horseley with a bearing arrowe,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stroke the Gordon through the braine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he fell unto the haches again,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sore his deadlye wounde did bleede:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then word went through Sir Andrews men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How that the Gordon hee was dead.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come hither to mee, James Hambilton,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou art my only sisters sonne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If thou wilt let my beames downe fall,<!-- Page 66 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Six hundred <a name="LNanchor_6-2_84" id="LNanchor_6-2_84"></a><a href="#Linenote_6-2_84" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">nobles</a> thou hast wonne."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With that he swarved the main-mast tree,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He swarved it with nimble art;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Horseley with a broad arrowe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pierced the Hambilton thorough the heart.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And downe he fell upon the deck,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That with his blood did streame amaine:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then every Scott cryed, "Well-away!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alas a comelye youth is slaine!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All woe begone was Sir Andrew then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With griefe and rage his heart did swell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Go fetch me forth my armour of proofe,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For I will to the topcastle mysell.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Goe fetch me forth my armour of proofe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That gilded is with gold soe cleare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God be with my brother John of Barton!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Against the Portingalls hee it ware.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when he had on this armour of proofe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He was a gallant sight to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ah! nere didst thou meet with living wight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My deere brothèr, could cope with thee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come hither, Horseley," sayes my lord,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And looke your shaft that itt goe right;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shoot a good shoote in time of need,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And for it thou shalt be made a knight."<!-- Page 67 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Ile shoot my best," quoth Horseley then,<span class="linenum">109</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Your honour shall see, with might and maine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But if I were hanged at your maine-mast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I have now left but arrowes twaine."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Andrew he did swarve the tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With right good will he swarved then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon his breast did Horseley hitt,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But the arrow bounded back agen.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Horseley spyed a privye place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a perfect eye, in a secrette part;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Under the spole of his right arme<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He smote Sir Andrew to the heart.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_6-2_121" id="LNanchor_6-2_121"></a><a href="#Linenote_6-2_121" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">"Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"A little Ime hurt, but yett not slaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ile but lye downe and bleede a while,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then Ile rise and fight againe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fight on, my men," Sir Andrew sayes,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And never flinche before the foe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And stand fast by St. Andrewes crosse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Untill you heare my whistle blowe."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They never heard his whistle blow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which made their hearts waxe sore adread:<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Horseley sayd, "Aboard, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For well I wott Sir Andrew's dead."<!-- Page 68 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They boarded then his noble shipp,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They boarded it with might and maine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eighteen score Scots alive they found,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The rest were either maimed or slaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord Howard tooke a sword in hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And off he smote Sir Andrewes head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I must have left England many a daye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou wert alive as thou art dead."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He caused his body to be cast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Over the hatchbord into the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And about his middle three hundred crownes:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Wherever thou land, this will bury thee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus from the warres Lord Howard came,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And backe he sayled ore the maine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With mickle joy and triumphìng<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into Thames mouth he came againe.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord Howard then a letter wrote,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sealed it with seale and ring;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Such a noble prize have I brought to your grace<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As never did subject to a king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Sir Andrewes shipp I bring with mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A braver shipp was never none;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nowe hath your grace two shipps of warr,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_6-2_156" id="LNanchor_6-2_156"></a><a href="#Linenote_6-2_156" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Before in England was but one</a>."<!-- Page 69 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Henryes grace with royall cheere<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Welcomed the noble Howard home;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"And where," said he, "is this rover stout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I myselfe may give the doome?"<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The rover, he is safe, my leige,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full many a fadom in the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If he were alive as he is dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I must have left England many a day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And your grace may thank four men i' the ship<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the victory wee have wonne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These are William Horseley, Henry Hunt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Peter Simon, and his sonne."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"To Henry Hunt," the king then sayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"In lieu of what was from thee tane,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A noble a day now thou shalt have,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir Andrewes jewels and his chayne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Horseley thou shalt be a knight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lands and livings shalt have store;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_6-2_175" id="LNanchor_6-2_175"></a><a href="#Linenote_6-2_175" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Howard shall be Erle Surrye hight,</a><span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As Howards erst have beene before.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Nowe, Peter Simon, thou art old,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I will maintaine thee and thy sonne;<!-- Page 70 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the men shall have five hundred markes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the good service they have done."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then in came the queene with ladyes fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To see Sir Andrewe Barton, knight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They weend that hee were brought on shore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thought to have seen a gallant sight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when they see his deadlye face,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And eyes soe hollow in his head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I wold give," quoth the king, "a thousand markes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This man were alive as hee is dead.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yett for the manfull part hee playd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which fought soe well with heart and hand,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His men shall have twelvepence a day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till they come to my brother kings high land."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_6-2_13" id="Linenote_6-2_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6-2_13" title="link to line number">13</a>. i.e. did not salute.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_6-2_84" id="Linenote_6-2_84"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6-2_84" title="link to line number">84</a>. pounds. MS.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_6-2_121" id="Linenote_6-2_121"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6-2_121" title="link to line number">121-4</a>. This stanza occurs also in <i>Johnie Armstrang</i>, vol.
vi. p. 44.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_6-2_156" id="Linenote_6-2_156"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6-2_156" title="link to line number">156</a>. That is the Great Harry, built in 1504, at an expense of
fourteen thousand pounds. "She was," says Hume, "properly speaking, the
first ship in the English navy. Before this period, when the prince
wanted a fleet, he had no other expedient than hiring or pressing ships
from the merchants."</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_6-2_175" id="Linenote_6-2_175"></a><a href="#LNanchor_6-2_175" title="link to line number">175-6</a>.... Erle of Nottingham, And soe was never, &c. MS.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 71 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="FLODDEN_FIELD" id="FLODDEN_FIELD"></a>FLODDEN FIELD.</h3>
<p class="center">From Ritson's <i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 70.</p>
<p>"The battle of Flodden, in Northumberland, was fought the 9th of
September, 1513, being the fifth year of King Henry the Eighth (who,
with a great army, was then before Terouen in France), between Thomas
Howard, Earl of Surrey, commander-in-chief of the English forces, and
James the Fourth, King of Scots, with an inferior army of 15,000 men,
who were entirely routed with great slaughter, their heroic sovereign
being left dead upon the field.</p>
<p>"The following ballad may possibly be as ancient as any thing we have on
the subject. It is given from <i>The most pleasant and delectible history
of John Winchcomb, otherwise called Jack of Newberry</i>, written by Thomas
Deloney, who thus speaks of it: 'In disgrace of the Scots, and in
remembrance of the famous atchieved victory, the commons of England made
this song, which to this day is not forgotten of many.'"</p>
<p>This ballad is very evidently not the work of Deloney, but derived by
him from tradition.</p>
<p>There is a piece called <i>Flodden Field</i> in Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i.
86. It is made up of certain ridiculous anonymous verses, and of the
stanzas written by Miss Jane Elliot and by Mrs. Cockburn to the old air
<i>The Flowers of the Forest</i>,—"I've heard them lilting," and "I've seen
the smiling." The first and last lines of the first stanza of Miss
Elliot's verses are from an ancient and now forgotten song.<!-- Page 72 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I've heard them lilting at the ewes milking<br /></span>
<span class="i0">.........<br /></span>
<span class="i0">.........<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flowers of the forest are a' wede away."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>A lady repeated to Sir Walter Scott another fragment of the original
ballad.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I ride single on my saddle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the flowers of the forest are a' wede away."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
<span style="margin-left: 20em;"><i>Minstrelsy</i>, iii. 333.</span><br />
</p>
<hr />
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">King Jamie hath made a vow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Keep it well if he may!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he will be at lovely London<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon Saint James his day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Upon Saint James his day at noon,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">At fair London will I be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the lords in merry Scotland,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They shall dine there with me."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then bespake good Queen Margaret,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The tears fell from her eye:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Leave off these wars, most noble king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Keep your fidelity.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The water runs swift and wondrous deep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From bottom unto the brim;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My brother Henry hath men good enough,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">England is hard to win."<!-- Page 73 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Away," quoth he, "with this silly fool!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In prison fast let her lye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For she is come of the English blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And for these words she shall die."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Queens chamberlain that day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"If that you put Queen Margaret to death,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Scotland shall rue it alway."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then in a rage King Jamie did say,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Away with this foolish mome!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He shall be hang'd, and the other burn'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So soon as I come home."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At Flodden-field the Scots came in,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which made our Englishmen fain;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Bramstone-green this battel was seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There was King Jamie slain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then presently the Scots did fly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their cannons they left behind;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their ensigns gay were won all away,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our souldiers did beat them blind.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To tell you plain, twelve thousand were slain<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That to the fight did stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many a prisoner took that day,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 74 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span><span class="i2">The best in all Scotland.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_7_41" id="LNanchor_7_41"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">That day made many a fatherless child,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many a widow poor,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many a Scottish gay lady<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sate <a name="LNanchor_7_44" id="LNanchor_7_44"></a><a href="#Linenote_7_44" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">weeping</a> in her bower.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Jack with a fether was lapt all in lether,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His boastings were all in vain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He had such a chance with [a] new morrice-dance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He never went home again.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_7_41" id="Linenote_7_41"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_41" title="link to line number">41-44</a>. This stanza is the sixth in Deloney's copy, and is
there clearly misplaced.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_7_44" id="Linenote_7_44"></a><a href="#LNanchor_7_44" title="link to line number">44</a>. sweeping.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="QUEEN_JEANIE" id="QUEEN_JEANIE"></a>QUEEN JEANIE.</h3>
<p>Jane Seymour, queen of Henry VIII., died shortly after giving birth to
Prince Edward (Oct. 1537). There was a report that the Cæsarian
operation had been necessary to effect the delivery, and on this story
the present ballad is founded.</p>
<p>There is a woful ditty on this subject in <i>The Crown Garland of Golden
Roses</i>, Percy Society, vol. vi. p. 29 (or <i>Collection of Old Ballads</i>,
ii. 115). The following piece is popular throughout Scotland. It is
taken from Kinloch's <i>Ancient Scottish Ballads</i>, p. 116. A fragment had
been previously published in Jamieson's <i>Popular Ballads</i>, i. 182. We
have added <a href="#THE_DEATH_OF_QUEEN_JANE">another</a>, but imperfect, version from a recent publication.<!-- Page 75 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, travel'd six weeks and more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till women and midwives had quite gi'en her o'er;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O if ye were women as women should be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye would send for a doctor, a doctor to me!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The doctor was called for and set by her bedside,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"What aileth thee, my ladie, thine eyes seem so red?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O doctor, O doctor, will ye do this for me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To rip up my two sides, and save my babie?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, that's the thing I'll ne'er do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To rip up your two sides to save your babie:"<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, travel'd six weeks and more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till midwives and doctors had quite gi'en her o'er.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O if ye were doctors as doctors should be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye would send for King Henry, King Henry to me:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Henry was called for, and sat by her bedside,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"What aileth thee, Jeanie, what aileth my bride?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"King Henry, King Henry, will ye do this for me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To rip up my two sides, and save my babie?"<!-- Page 76 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Queen Jeanie, Queen Jeanie, that's what I'll never do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To rip up your two sides to save your babie."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But with sighing and sobbing she's fallen in a swoon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her side it was ript up, and her babie was found;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At this bonie babie's christ'ning there was meikle joy and mirth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But bonnie Queen Jeanie lies cold in the earth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Six and six coaches, and six and six more,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And royal King Henry went mourning before;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O two and two gentlemen carried her away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But royal King Henry went weeping away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O black were their stockings, and black were their bands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And black were the weapons they held in their hands;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">O black were their mufflers, and black were their shoes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And black were the cheverons they drew on their luves.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They mourned in the kitchen, and they mourn'd in the ha',<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But royal King Henry mourn'd langest of a'.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Farewell to fair England, farewell for evermore,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the fair flower of England will never shine more!<br /></span>
<!-- Page 77 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_DEATH_OF_QUEEN_JANE" id="THE_DEATH_OF_QUEEN_JANE"></a>THE DEATH OF QUEEN JANE.</h3>
<p>From <i>Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England</i>,
edited by Robert Bell, p. 113. Taken down from the singing of a young
gipsy girl.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Queen Jane was in travail for six weeks or more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till the women grew tired and fain would give o'er,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O women, O women, good wives if ye be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go send for King Henrie, and bring him to me!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">King Henrie was sent for, he came with all speed,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In a gownd of green velvet from heel to the head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"King Henrie, King Henrie, if kind Henrie you be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Send for a surgeon, and bring him to me!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The surgeon was sent for, he came with all speed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In a gownd of black velvet from heel to the head;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He gave her rich caudle, but the death-sleep slept she,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then her right side was opened, and the babe was set free.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The babe it was christened, and put out and nursed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the royal Queen Jane she lay cold in the dust.<!-- Page 78 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><br /></span>
</div>
<hr style="width: 45%;" />
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So black was the mourning, and white were the wands,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yellow, yellow the torches they bore in their hands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bells they were muffled, and mournful did play,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the royal Queen Jane she lay cold in the clay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Six knights and six lords bore her corpse through the grounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Six dukes followed after, in black mourning gownds,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The flower of Old England was laid in cold clay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whilst the royal King Henrie came weeping away.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_MURDER_OF_THE_KING_OF_SCOTS" id="THE_MURDER_OF_THE_KING_OF_SCOTS"></a>THE MURDER OF THE KING OF SCOTS.</h3>
<p class="center"><i>Reliques of Ancient English Poetry</i>, ii. 210.</p>
<p>"The catastrophe of Henry Stewart, Lord Darnley, the unfortunate husband
of Mary Queen of Scots, is the subject of this ballad. It is here
related in that partial imperfect manner, in which such an event would
naturally strike the subjects of another kingdom, of which he was a
native. Henry appears to have been a vain, capricious, worthless young
man,<!-- Page 79 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span> of weak understanding, and dissolute morals. But the beauty of his
person, and the inexperience of his youth, would dispose mankind to
treat him with an indulgence, which the cruelty of his murder would
afterwards convert into the most tender pity and regret: and then
imagination would not fail to adorn his memory with all those virtues he
ought to have possessed.</p>
<p>"Darnley, who had been born and educated in England, was but in his 21st
year when he was murdered, Feb. 9, 1567-8. This crime was perpetrated by
the Earl of Bothwell, not out of respect to the memory of Riccio, but in
order to pave the way for his own marriage with the queen.</p>
<p>"This ballad (printed, with a few corrections, from the Editor's folio
MS.) seems to have been written soon after Mary's escape into England in
1568, see v. 65.—It will be remembered, at v. 5, that this princess was
Queen Dowager of France, having been first married to Francis II., who
died Dec. 4, 1560."—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Woe worth, woe worth thee, false Scotlànde!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For thou hast ever wrought by sleight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The worthyest prince that ever was borne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">You hanged under a cloud by night.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Queene of France a letter wrote,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sealed itt with harte and ringe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bade him come Scotland within,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shee wold marry and crowne him kinge.<!-- Page 80 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To be a king is a pleasant thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bee a prince unto a peere:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But you have heard, and soe have I too,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A man may well buy gold too deare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There was an Italyan in that place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was as well beloved as ever was hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord David [Rizzio] was his name,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Chamberlaine to the queene was hee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If the king had risen forth of his place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He wold have sate him downe in the cheare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tho itt beseemed him not so well,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Altho the kinge had beene present there.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some lords in Scotlande waxed wrothe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And quarrelled with him for the nonce;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I shall you tell how it befell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Twelve daggers were in him att once.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When the queene saw her chamberlaine was slaine,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For him her faire cheeks shee did weete,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And made a vowe, for a yeare and a day<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The king and shee wold not come in one sheete.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then some of the lords they waxed wrothe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And made their vow all vehementlye,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the death of the queenes chamberlaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The king himselfe, how he shall dye.<!-- Page 81 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With gun-powder they strewed his roome,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And layd greene rushes in his way;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the traitors thought that very night<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">This worthye king for to betray.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To bedd the king he made him bowne;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To take his rest was his desire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was noe sooner cast on sleepe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But his chamber was on a blasing fire.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Up he lope, and the window brake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hee had thirtye foote to fall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord Bodwell kept a privy watch,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Underneath his castle wall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Who have wee here?" Lord Bodwell sayd;<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Now answer me, that I may know."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"King Henry the eighth my uncle was;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For his sweete sake some pitty show."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Who have we here?" Lord Bodwell sayd;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Now answer me when I doe speake."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Ah, Lord Bodwell, I know thee well;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some pitty on me I pray thee take."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ile pitty thee as much," he sayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And as much favor show to thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As thou didst to the queenes chamberlaine,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That day thou deemedst him to die."<!-- Page 82 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Through halls and towers the king they ledd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through towers and castles that were nye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through an arbor into an orchàrd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There on a peare-tree hanged him hye.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When the governor of Scotland heard<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How that the worthye king was slaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He persued the queen so bitterlye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in Scotland shee dare not remaine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But shee is fledd into merry England,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And here her residence hath taine,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And through the Queene of Englands grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In England now shee doth remaine.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_RISING_IN_THE_NORTH" id="THE_RISING_IN_THE_NORTH"></a>THE RISING IN THE NORTH.</h3>
<p class="center">Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, i. 285.</p>
<p>The subject of this ballad is the insurrection of the Earls of
Northumberland and Westmoreland, in the twelfth year of Queen Elizabeth,
1569.</p>
<p>These two noblemen were the leaders of the Catholic party in the North
of England, and interested themselves warmly in various projects to
restore Mary<!-- Page 83 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> Stuart to her liberty. When a marriage was proposed
between the Duke of Norfolk and the Scottish Queen, they, with many of
the first persons in the kingdom, entered zealously into the scheme,
having the ulterior view, according to Hume, of placing Mary on the
throne of England. Norfolk endeavored to conceal his plans from
Elizabeth, until he should form a combination powerful enough to extort
her consent, but the Queen received information betimes, and committed
the Duke to the Tower. Several of his abettors were also taken into
custody, and the two Northern Earls were summoned to appear at court, to
answer to the charge of an intended rebellion. They had proceeded too
far to trust themselves willingly in the hands of their enraged
sovereign, and the summons precipitated them into an insurrection for
which they were not prepared. They hastily gathered their followers, and
published a manifesto, in which they declared that they maintained an
unshaken allegiance to the Queen, and sought only to reëstablish the
religion of their ancestors, and to restore the Duke of Norfolk to
liberty and to the Queen's favor.</p>
<p>"Their common banner (on which was displayed the cross, together with
the five wounds of Christ,) was borne by an ancient gentleman, Richard
Norton, Esq., of Norton-Conyers: who with his sons (among whom,
Christopher, Marmaduke, and Thomas, are expressly named by Camden)
distinguished himself on this occasion. Having entered Durham, they tore
the Bible, &c., and caused mass to be said there: they then marched on to
Clifford Moor near Wetherbye, where they mustered their men. Their
intention was to have proceeded on to York; but, altering their<!-- Page 84 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> minds,
they fell upon Barnard's castle, which Sir George Bowes held out against
them for eleven days."—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p>The insurgents' army amounted to about six thousand men. The Earl of
Sussex, supported by Lord Hunsdon and others, marched against them with
seven thousand, and the Earl of Warwick with still greater forces.
Before these superior numbers the rebels dispersed without striking a
blow. Northumberland fled to the Scots, by whom, as we shall see in the
next ballad, he was betrayed to Elizabeth. The Earl of Westmoreland
escaped to Flanders, and died there in penury.</p>
<p>Another outbreak following close upon the above was suppressed by Lord
Hunsdon. Great cruelties were exercised by the victorious party, no less
than eight hundred having, it is said, suffered by the hands of the
executioner.</p>
<p>The ballad was printed by Percy from two MS. copies, one of them in the
editor's folio collection. "They contained considerable variations, out
of which such readings were chosen as seemed most poetical and consonant
to history."</p>
<p>"The Fate of the Nortons," we need hardly say, forms the subject of
Wordsworth's <i>White Doe of Rylstone</i>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Listen, lively lordlings all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lithe and listen unto mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I will sing of a noble earle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The noblest earle in the north countrìe.<!-- Page 85 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Earle Percy is into his garden gone,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And after him walkes his faire ladìe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I heard a bird sing in mine eare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I must either fight or flee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now heaven forefend, my dearest lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ever such harm should hap to thee;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But goe to London to the court,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And faire fall truth and honestìe."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now nay, now nay, my ladye gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alas! thy counsell suits not mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mine enemies prevail so fast,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That at the court I may not bee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O goe to the court yet, good my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And take thy gallant men with thee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If any dare to doe you wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then your warrant they may bee."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now nay, now nay, thou lady faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The court is full of subtiltie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if I goe to the court, lady,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Never more I may thee see."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yet goe to the court, my lord," she sayes,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And I myselfe will ride wi' thee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At court then for my dearest lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His faithfull borrowe I will bee."<!-- Page 86 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now nay, now nay, my lady deare;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Far lever had I lose my life,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than leave among my cruell foes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My love in jeopardy and strife.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But come thou hither, my little foot-page,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come thou hither unto mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To maister Norton thou must goe<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all the haste that ever may bee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Commend me to that gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And beare this letter here fro mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And say that earnestly I praye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He will ryde in my companie."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">One while the little foot-page went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And another while he ran;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untill he came to his journeys end<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The little foot-page never blan.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When to that gentleman he came,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Down he kneeled on his knee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tooke the letter betwixt his hands,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lett the gentleman it see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when the letter it was redd<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Affore that goodlye companye,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I-wis, if you the truthe wold know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There was many a weepynge eye.<!-- Page 87 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He sayd, "Come hither, Christopher Norton,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A gallant youth thou seemst to bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What doest thou counsell me, my sonne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now that good erle's in jeopardy?"<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Father, my counselle's fair and free;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That erle he is a noble lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And whatsoever to him you hight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wold not have you breake your word."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Gramercy, Christopher, my sonne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy counsell well it liketh mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And if we speed and scape with life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Well advanced shalt thou bee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come you hither, mine <a name="LNanchor_10_65" id="LNanchor_10_65"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_65" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">nine good sonnes,</a><span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gallant men I trowe you bee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How many of you, my children deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will stand by that good erle and mee?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Eight of them did answer make,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Eight of them spake hastilie,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O father, till the daye we dye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We'll stand by that good erle and thee."<!-- Page 88 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Gramercy now, my children deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">You showe yourselves right bold and brave;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And whethersoe'er I live or dye,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fathers blessing you shal have."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But what sayst thou, O Francis Norton?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou art mine oldest sonn and heire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Somewhat lyes brooding in thy breast;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whatever it bee, to mee declare."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Father, you are an aged man;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your head is white, your bearde is gray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It were a shame at these your yeares<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For you to ryse in such a fray."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now fye upon thee, coward Francis,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou never learnedst this of mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When thou wert yong and tender of age,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why did I make soe much of thee?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But, father, I will wend with you,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unarm'd and naked will I bee;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he that strikes against the crowne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ever an ill death may he dee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then rose that reverend gentleman,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And with him came a goodlye band,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To join with the brave Erle Percy,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all the flower o' Northumberland.<!-- Page 89 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With them the noble Nevill came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The erle of Westmorland was hee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Wetherbye they mustred their host,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thirteen thousand faire to see.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord Westmorland his ancyent raisde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The <a name="LNanchor_10_102" id="LNanchor_10_102"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_102" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Dun Bull</a> he rays'd on hye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And three Dogs with golden collars<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were there sett out most royallye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Erie Percy there his ancyent spred,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_10_106" id="LNanchor_10_106"></a><a href="#Linenote_10_106" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Halfe-Moone shining all soe faire:</a><!-- Page 90 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Nortons ancyent had the crosse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the five wounds our Lord did beare.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Sir George Bowes he straitwaye rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">After them some spoyle to make;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Those noble erles turn'd backe againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And aye they vowed that knight to take.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That baron he to his castle fled<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Barnard castle then fled hee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The uttermost walles were eathe to win,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The earles have won them presentlìe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The uttermost walles were lime and bricke,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But thoughe they won them soon anone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Long e'er they wan the innermost walles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they were cut in rocke of stone.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then newes unto leeve London came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all the speede that ever might bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And word is brought to our royall queene<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the rysing in the North countrie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her grace she turned her round about,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And like a royall queene shee swore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I will ordayne them such a breakfast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As never was in the North before."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Shee caus'd thirty thousand men be rays'd,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 91 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span><span class="i2">With horse and harneis faire to see;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She caused thirty thousand men be raised,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To take the earles i' th' North countrie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wi' them the false Erle Warwick went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Th' Erle Sussex and the Lord Hunsden;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untill they to Yorke castle came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I-wiss they never stint ne blan.<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now spred thy ancyent, Westmorland,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy dun bull faine would we spye:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thou, the Erle o' Northumberland,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now rayse thy half moone up on hye.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But the dun bulle is fled and gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the halfe moone vanished away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The erles, though they were brave and bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Against soe many could not stay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thee, Norton, wi' thine eight good sonnes,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">They doom'd to dye, alas for ruth!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy reverend lockes thee could not save,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor them their faire and blooming youthe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wi' them full many a gallant wight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They cruellye bereav'd of life:<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many a childe made fatherlesse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And widowed many a tender wife.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_10_65" id="Linenote_10_65"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_65" title="link to line number">65</a>. The Act of Attainder, 13th Elizabeth, only mentions
Richard Norton, the father, and <i>seven</i> sons, and in "a list of the
rebels in the late Northern rebellion that are fled beyond seas," the
same seven sons are named. Richard Norton, the father, was living long
after the rebellion in Spanish Flanders. See Sharp's <i>Bishoprick
Garland</i>, p. 10.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_10_102" id="Linenote_10_102"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_102" title="link to line number">102</a>. The supporters of the Nevilles Earls of Westmoreland
were two bulls argent, ducally collar'd gold, armed or, &c. But I have
not discovered the device mentioned in the ballad, among the badges,
&c., given by that house. This however is certain, that, among those of
the Nevilles, Lord Abergavenny (who were of the same family), is a dun
cow with a golden collar; and the Nevilles of Chyte in Yorkshire (of the
Westmoreland branch), gave for their crest, in 1513, a dog's
(greyhound's) head erased.—So that it is not improbable but Charles
Neville, the unhappy Earl of Westmoreland here mentioned, might on this
occasion give the above device on his banner.—After all, our old
minstrel's verses here may have undergone some corruption; for, in
another ballad in the same folio MS., and apparently written by the same
hand, containing the sequel of this Lord Westmoreland's history, his
banner is thus described, more conformable to his known bearings:</p>
<p>
<span style="margin-left: 1em;">"<i>Sett me up my faire Dun Bull,</i></span><br />
<span style="margin-left: 3em;"><i>With Gilden Hornes, hee beares all soe hye</i>."—P.</span><br />
</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_10_106" id="Linenote_10_106"></a><a href="#LNanchor_10_106" title="link to line number">106</a>. The Silver Crescent is a well-known crest or badge of
the Northumberland family. It was probably brought home from some of the
crusades against the Sarazens.—P.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 92 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="NORTHUMBERLAND_BETRAYED_BY_DOUGLAS" id="NORTHUMBERLAND_BETRAYED_BY_DOUGLAS"></a>NORTHUMBERLAND BETRAYED BY DOUGLAS.</h3>
<p class="center">Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, i. 295.</p>
<p>The Earls of Northumberland and Westmoreland, after the dispersion of
their forces took refuge with the Scots on the Borders. The Elliots
drove them from Liddesdale, and they sought the protection of the
Armstrongs in the Debatable Land. Northumberland took up his residence
with a man of that tribe called Hector of Harlaw, relying on his
plighted faith and on his gratitude for many past favors. By this
miscreant the Earl was betrayed for money to the Regent Murray. He was
confined in Lochleven Castle until 1572, when he was handed over to Lord
Hunsden, and executed at York.</p>
<p>We are assured that this Hector, who had been rich, fell into poverty
after his treachery, and became so infamous that "to take Hector's
cloak" was a proverb for a man who betrayed his friend.</p>
<p>In Pinkerton's <i>Poems from the Maitland MS</i>. (pp. 219-234) are three
bitter invectives on this subject. In one of these we are told that the
traitor Eckie of Harlaw said he sold the Earl "to redeem his pledge,"
that is, says Scott, the pledge which had been exacted from him for his
peaceable demeanor.</p>
<p>"The interposal of the Witch-Lady (v. 53)" hath some countenance from
history; for, about twenty-five<!-- Page 93 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> years before, the Lady Jane Douglas,
Lady Glamis, sister of the Earl of Angus, and nearly related to Douglas
of Lough-leven, had suffered death for the pretended crime of
witchcraft; who, it is presumed, is the witch-lady alluded to in <a href="#Line_11_133">verse
133</a>.</p>
<p>"The following is selected (like the former) from two copies, which
contained great variations; one of them in the Editor's folio MS. In the
other copy some of the stanzas at the beginning of this ballad are
nearly the same with what in that MS. are made to begin another ballad
on the escape of the Earl of Westmoreland, who got safe into Flanders,
and is feigned in the ballad to have undergone a great variety of
adventures."—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"How long shall fortune faile me nowe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And harrowe me with fear and dread?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How long shall I in bale abide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In misery my life to lead?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"To fall from my bliss, alas the while!<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">It was my sore and heavye lott;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I must leave my native land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I must live a man forgot.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"One gentle Armstrong I doe ken,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A Scot he is, much bound to mee;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He dwelleth on the Border side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To him I'll goe right privilie."<!-- Page 94 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus did the noble Percy 'plaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a heavy heart and wel-away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he with all his gallant men<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">On Bramham moor had lost the day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when he to the Armstrongs came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They dealt with him all treacherouslye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For they did strip that noble earle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ever an ill death may they dye!<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">False Hector to Earl Murray sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To shew him where his guest did hide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who sent him to the Lough-levèn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With William Douglas to abide.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when he to the Douglas came,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He halched him right courteouslie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Say'd, "Welcome, welcome, noble earle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Here thou shalt safelye bide with mee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When he had in Lough-leven been<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Many a month and many a day,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the regent the lord warden sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That bannisht earle for to betray.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He offered him great store of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wrote a letter fair to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saying, "Good my lord, grant me my boon,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And yield that banisht man to mee."<!-- Page 95 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Earle Percy at the supper sate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With many a goodly gentleman;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wylie Douglas then bespake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thus to flyte with him began.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"What makes you be so sad, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in your mind so sorrowfullye?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To-morrow a shootinge will bee held<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Among the lords of the North countrye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The butts are sett, the shooting's made,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And there will be great royaltye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I am sworne into my bille,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thither to bring my Lord Percye."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I'll give thee my hand, thou gentle Douglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And here by my true faith," quoth hee,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"If thou wilt ryde to the worldes end<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I will ryde in thy companye."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then bespake a lady faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Mary à Douglas was her name;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"You shall byde here, good English lord,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">My brother is a traiterous man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"He is a traitor stout and stronge,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As I tell you in privitie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_11_59" id="LNanchor_11_59"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_59" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">For he hath tane liverance of the erle,</a><br /></span>
<!-- Page 96 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span><span class="i2">Into England nowe to 'liver thee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now nay, now nay, thou goodly lady,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The regent is a noble lord:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ne for the gold in all Englànd<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Douglas wold not break his word.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"When the regent was a banisht man,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With me he did faire welcome find;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And whether weal or woe betide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I still shall find him true and kind.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Between England and Scotland it wold breake truce,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And friends againe they wold never bee,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If they shold 'liver a banisht erle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was driven out of his own countrie."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Alas! alas! my lord," she sayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Nowe mickle is their traitorie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then lett my brother ryde his wayes,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And tell those English lords from thee,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"How that you cannot with him ryde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Because you are in <a name="LNanchor_11_78" id="LNanchor_11_78"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_78" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">an ile of the sea,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then ere my brother come againe,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 97 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span><span class="i2">To Edenborow castle Ile carry thee.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"To the Lord Hume I will thee bring;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He is well knowne a true Scots lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he will lose both land and life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere he with thee will break his word."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Much is my woe," Lord Percy sayd,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"When I thinke on my own countrìe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When I thinke on the heavye happe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My friends have suffered there for mee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Much is my woe," Lord Percy sayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And sore those wars my minde distresse;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where many a widow lost her mate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many a child was fatherlesse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And now that I a banisht man<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shold bring such evil happe with mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To cause my faire and noble friends<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be suspect of treacherie,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"This rives my heart with double woe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lever had I dye this day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than thinke a Douglas can be false,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or ever he will his guest betray."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If you'll give me no trust, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor unto mee no credence yield,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet step one moment here aside,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ile showe you all your foes in field."<!-- Page 98 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Lady, I never loved witchcraft,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Never dealt in privy wyle;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But evermore held the high-waye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of truth and honour, free from guile."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If you'll not come yourselfe, my lorde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet send your chamberlaine with mee,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let me but speak three words with him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he shall come again to thee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">James Swynard with that lady went,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She showed him through the weme of her ring<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How many English lords there were<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Waiting for his master and him.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And who walkes yonder, my good lady,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So royallye on yonder greene?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O yonder is the <a name="LNanchor_11_119" id="LNanchor_11_119"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_119" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lord Hunsden:</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alas! he'll doe you drie and teene."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And who beth yonder, thou gay ladye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That walkes so proudly him beside?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"That is <a name="LNanchor_11_123" id="LNanchor_11_123"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_123" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir William Drury</a>," shee sayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"A keene captaine hee is and tryde."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"How many miles is itt, madàme,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Betwixt yond English lords and mee?"<!-- Page 99 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Marry, it is thrice fifty miles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To saile to them upon the sea.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I never was on English ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ne never sawe it with mine eye,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as my book it sheweth mee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And through my ring I may descrye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My mother shee was a witch ladye, <a name="Line_11_133" id="Line_11_133"></a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of her skille she learned mee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She wold let me see out of Lough-leven<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">What they did in London citìe."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But who is yond, thou lady faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That looketh with sic an austerne face?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Yonder is <a name="LNanchor_11_139" id="LNanchor_11_139"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_139" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir John Foster</a>," quoth shee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Alas! he'll do ye sore disgrace."<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He pulled his hatt downe over his browe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He wept, in his heart he was full of woe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he is gone to his noble lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those sorrowful tidings him to show.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now nay, now nay, good James Swynàrd,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">I may not believe that witch ladìe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Douglasses were ever true,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And they can ne'er prove false to mee.<!-- Page 100 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I have now in Lough-leven been<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The most part of these years three,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yett have I never had noe outrake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ne no good games that I cold see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Therefore I'll to yond shooting wend,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As to the Douglas I have hight:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Betide me weale, betide me woe,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He ne'er shall find my promise light."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He writhe a gold ring from his finger,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gave itt to that gay ladìe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sayes, "It was all that I cold save,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Harley woods where I cold bee."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And wilt thou goe, thou noble lord?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then farewell truth and honestìe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And farewell heart, and farewell hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For never more I shall thee see."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The wind was faire, the boatmen call'd,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all the saylors were on borde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then William Douglas took to his boat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And with him went that noble lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then he cast up a silver wand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Says, "Gentle lady, fare thee well!"<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lady fett a sigh soe deep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in a dead swoone down shee fell.<!-- Page 101 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now let us goe back, Douglas," he sayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"A sickness hath taken yond faire ladìe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If ought befall yond lady but good,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then blamed for ever I shall bee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come on, come on, my lord," he sayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Come on, come on, and let her bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There's ladyes enow in Lough-leven<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to cheere that gay ladìe."<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If you'll not turne yourself, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let me goe with my chamberlaine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We will but comfort that faire lady,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wee will return to you againe."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come on, come on, my lord," he sayes,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Come on, come on, and let her bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sister is craftye, and wold beguile<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A thousand such as you and mee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"When they had sayled fifty myle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now fifty mile upon the sea,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee sent his man to ask the Douglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When they shold that shooting see."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Faire words," quoth he, "they make fooles faine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that by thee and thy lord is seen;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You may hap to thinke itt soone enough,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere you that shooting reach, I ween."<!-- Page 102 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Jamye his hatt pulled over his browe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He thought his lord then was betray'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he is to Erle Percy againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To tell him what the Douglas sayd.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Hold upp thy head, man," quoth his lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Nor therefore lett thy courage fayle;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He did it but to prove thy heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To see if he cold make it quail."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they had other fifty sayld,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Other fifty mile upon the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord Percy called to Douglas himselfe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sayd, "What wilt thou nowe doe with mee?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Looke that your brydle be wight, my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And your horse goe swift as shipp att sea;<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looke that your spurres be bright and sharpe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That you may pricke her while shee'll away."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"What needeth this, Douglas?" he sayth;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"What needest thou to flyte with mee?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I was counted a horseman good<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before that ever I mett with thee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"A false Hector hath my horse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who dealt with mee so treacherouslìe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A false Armstrong hath my spurres,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 103 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span><span class="i2">And all the geere belongs to mee."<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they had sayled other fifty mile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Other fifty mile upon the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They landed low by Berwicke side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A deputed laird <a name="LNanchor_11_224" id="LNanchor_11_224"></a><a href="#Linenote_11_224" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">landed</a> Lord Percye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then he at Yorke was doomde to die,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">It was, alas! a sorrowful sight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus they betrayed that noble earle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who ever was a gallant wight.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_11_59" id="Linenote_11_59"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_59" title="link to line number">59</a>. Of the Earl of Morton, the Regent.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_11_78" id="Linenote_11_78"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_78" title="link to line number">78</a>. i. e. Lake of Leven, which hath communication with the
sea. Edinburgh was at that time in the hands of the opposite
faction.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_11_119" id="Linenote_11_119"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_119" title="link to line number">119</a>. The Lord Warden of the East Marches.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_11_123" id="Linenote_11_123"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_123" title="link to line number">123</a>. Governor of Berwick.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_11_139" id="Linenote_11_139"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_139" title="link to line number">139</a>. Warden of the Middle-march.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_11_224" id="Linenote_11_224"></a><a href="#LNanchor_11_224" title="link to line number">224</a>. fol. MS. reads <i>land</i>, and has not the following
stanza.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="KING_OF_SCOTS_AND_ANDREW_BROWNE" id="KING_OF_SCOTS_AND_ANDREW_BROWNE"></a>KING OF SCOTS AND ANDREW BROWNE.</h3>
<p class="center">From <i>Reliques of English Poetry</i>, ii. 217.</p>
<p>"This ballad is a proof of the little intercourse that subsisted between
the Scots and English, before the accession of James I. to the crown of
England. The tale which is here so circumstantially related, does not
appear to have had the least foundation in history, but was probably
built upon some confused hearsay report of the tumults in Scotland
during the minority of that prince, and of the conspiracies formed by
different factions to get possession of his person. It should seem from
ver. 97 to have been written during the regency, or at least before the
death, of the Earl of Morton, who was condemned and executed June 2,
1581; when James was in his fifteenth year.</p>
<p>"The original copy (preserved in the archives of<!-- Page 104 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> the Antiquarian
Society, London,) is entitled, <i>A new ballad, declaring the great
treason conspired against the young king of Scots, and how one Andrew
Browne, an English-man, which was the king's chamberlaine, prevented the
same. To the tune of Milfield, or els to Green-sleeves</i>. At the end is
subjoined the name of the author, W. Elderton. 'Imprinted at London for
Yarathe James, dwelling in Newgate Market, over against Ch. Church,' in
black-letter folio."—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p>This ballad was licensed to James on the 30th of May, 1581.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out alas! what a griefe is this,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That princes subjects cannot be true,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But still the devill hath some of his,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will play their parts whatsoever ensue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgetting what a grievous thing<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">It is to offend the anointed king!<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, why should it be so?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">This makes a sorrowful heigh ho.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Scotland is a bonnie kinge,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As proper a youth as neede to be,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Well given to every happy thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That can be in a kinge to see:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet that unluckie country still,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hath people given to craftie will.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, &c.<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On Whitsun eve it so befell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A posset was made to give the king,<!-- Page 105 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereof his ladie nurse hard tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that it was a poysoned thing:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She cryed, and called piteouslie,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Now help, or else the king shall die!"<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">One Browne, that was an English man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hard the ladies piteous crye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out with his sword, and bestir'd him than,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Out of the doores in haste to flie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But all the doores were made so fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of a window he got at last.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He met the bishop coming fast,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Having the posset in his hande:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sight of Browne made him aghast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who bad him stoutly staie and stand.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With him were two that ranne awa,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For feare that Browne would make a fray.<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas, for woe, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Bishop," quoth Browne, "what hast thou there?"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Nothing at all, my friend," sayde he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"But a posset to make the king good cheere."<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Is it so?" sayd Browne, "that will I see.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">First I will have thyself begin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before thou go any further in;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Be it weale or woe, it shall be so.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">This makes a sorrowful heigh ho."<!-- Page 106 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The bishop sayde, "Browne, I doo know,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thou art a young man poore and bare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Livings on thee I will bestowe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let me go on, take thou no care."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"No, no," quoth Browne, "I will not be<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A traitour for all Christiantie:<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Happe well or woe, it shall be so.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Drink now with a sorrowfull," &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The bishop dranke, and by and by<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His belly burst and he fell downe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A just rewarde for his traitery!<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"This was a posset indeed," quoth Brown.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He serched the bishop, and found the keyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To come to the kinge when he did please.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As soon as the king got word of this,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He humbly fell uppon his knee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And praysed God that he did misse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To tast of that extremity:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For that he did perceive and know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His clergie would betray him so:<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Alas," he said, "unhappie realme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_12_68" id="LNanchor_12_68"></a><a href="#Linenote_12_68" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">My father, and grandfather slaine:</a><!-- Page 107 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My mother banished, O extreame<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unhappy fate, and bitter bayne!<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And now like treason wrought for me—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What more unhappie realme can be!"<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The king did call his nurse to his grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gave her twenty poundes a yeere;<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And trustie Browne too in like case,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He knighted him with gallant geere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gave him lands and livings great,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For dooing such a manly feat,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">As he did showe, to the bishop's woe,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Which made, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When all this treason done and past<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tooke not effect of traytery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Another treason at the last,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They sought against his majestie;<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">How they might make their kinge away<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By a privie banket on a daye.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Alas for woe, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Another time' to sell the king<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beyonde the seas they had decreede:<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Three noble Earles heard of this thing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And did prevent the same with speede.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For a letter came, with such a charme,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That they should doo their king no harme:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For further woe, if they did soe,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Would make a sorrowful heigh hoe.<!-- Page 108 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Earle Mourton told the Douglas then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Take heede you do not offend the king;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But shew yourselves like honest men<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Obediently in every thing;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For <a name="LNanchor_12_101" id="LNanchor_12_101"></a><a href="#Linenote_12_101" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">his godmother</a> will not see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her noble child misus'd to be<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With any woe; for if it be so,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">She will make," &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God graunt all subjects may be true,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">In England, Scotland, every where,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That no such daunger may ensue,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To put the prince or state in feare:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That God, the highest king, may see<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Obedience as it ought to be.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">In wealth or woe, God graunt it be so,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To avoide the sorrowful heigh ho.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_12_68" id="Linenote_12_68"></a><a href="#LNanchor_12_68" title="link to line number">68</a>. His father was Henry Lord Darnley. His grandfather, the
old Earl of Lenox, regent of Scotland, and father of Lord Darnley, was
murdered at Stirling, Sept. 5, 1571.—P.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_12_101" id="Linenote_12_101"></a><a href="#LNanchor_12_101" title="link to line number">101</a>. Queen Elizabeth.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="MARY_AMBREE" id="MARY_AMBREE"></a>MARY AMBREE.</h3>
<p class="center"><i>Reliques of Ancient English Poetry</i>, ii. 230.</p>
<p>"In the year 1584, the Spaniards, under the command of Alexander
Farnese, Prince of Parma, began to gain great advantages in Flanders and
Brabant, by recovering many strongholds and cities from the<!-- Page 109 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> Hollanders,
as Ghent (called then by the English Gaunt), Antwerp, Mechlin, &c. See
Stow's <i>Annals</i>, p. 711. Some attempt made with the assistance of
English volunteers to retrieve the former of those places, probably gave
occasion to this ballad. I can find no mention of our heroine in
history, but the following rhymes rendered her famous among our poets.
Ben Jonson often mentions her, and calls any remarkable virago by her
name. See his <i>Epic[oe]ne</i>, first acted in 1609, Act 4, sc. 2: his <i>Tale
of a Tub</i>, Act 4, sc. 4: and his masque entitled <i>The Fortunate Isles</i>,
1626, where he quotes the very words of the ballad,</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">—— <span class="smcap">Mary Ambree</span>,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(Who marched so free<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the siege of Gaunt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And death could not daunt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the ballad doth vaunt)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were a braver wight, &c.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>She is also mentioned in Fletcher's <i>Scornful Lady</i>, Act 5, <i>sub finem</i>.</p>
<p>"This ballad is printed from a black-letter copy in the Pepys
Collection, improved from the Editor's folio MS., and by conjecture. The
full title is, "<i>The valourous acts performed at Gaunt by the brave
bonnie lass Mary Ambree, who, in revenge of her lovers death, did play
her part most gallantly</i>". <i>The tune is</i>, The blind beggar, &c."—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When captaines couragious, whom death cold not daunte,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did march to the siege of the citty of Gaunt,<!-- Page 110 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They mustred their souldiers by two and by three,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the formost in battle was Mary Ambree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When <a name="LNanchor_13_5" id="LNanchor_13_5"></a><a href="#Linenote_13_5" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">[the] brave sergeant-major</a> was slaine in her sight,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who was her true lover, her joy, and delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because he was slaine most treacherouslìe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then vowd to revenge him Mary Ambree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She clothed herselfe from the top to the toe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In buffe of the bravest, most seemelye to showe;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A faire shirt of male then slipped on shee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A helmett of proofe shee strait did provide,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A stronge arminge-sword shee girt by her side,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On her hand a goodly faire gauntlett put shee:<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then tooke shee her sworde and her targett in hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bidding all such, as wold, [to] bee of her band;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wayte on her person came thousand and three:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lass, Mary Ambree?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My soldiers," she saith, "soe valliant and bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nowe followe your captaine, whom you doe beholde;<!-- Page 111 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still formost in battell myselfe will I bee:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then cryed out her souldiers, and loude they did say,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Soe well thou becomest this gallant array,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thy harte and thy weapons so well do agree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Noe mayden was ever like Mary Ambree."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Shee cheared her souldiers, that foughten for life,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With ancyent and standard, with drum and with fife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With brave clanging trumpetts, that sounded so free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Before I will see the worst of you all<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To come into danger of death or of thrall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This hand and this life I will venture so free:"<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Shee ledd upp her souldiers in battaile array,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gainst three times theyr number by breake of the daye;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seven howers in skirmish continued shee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She filled the skyes with the smoke of her shott,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And her enemyes bodyes with bullets so hott;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For one of her owne men a score killed shee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?<!-- Page 112 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when her false gunner, to spoyle her intent,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away all her pellets and powder had sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Straight with her keen weapon shee slasht him in three:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lasse, Mary Ambree?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Being falselye betrayed for lucre of hyre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At length she was forced to make a retyre;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then her souldiers into a strong castle drew shee:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was not this a brave bonny lassee, Mary Ambree?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her foes they besett her on everye side,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As thinking close siege shee cold never abide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To beate down the walles they all did decree:<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But stoutlye deffyd them brave Mary Ambree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then tooke shee her sword and her targett in hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mounting the walls all undaunted did stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There daring their captaines to match any three:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O what a brave captaine was Mary Ambree!<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now saye, English captaine, what woldest thou give<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To ransome thy selfe, which else must not live?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come yield thy selfe quicklye, or slaine thou must bee:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then smiled sweetlye brave Mary Ambree.<!-- Page 113 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ye captaines couragious, of valour so bold,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom thinke you before you now you doe behold?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"A knight, sir, of England, and captaine soe free,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who shortleye with us a prisoner must bee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"No captaine of England; behold in your sight<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Two brests in my bosome, and therfore no knight:<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Noe knight, sirs, of England, nor captaine you see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But a poor simple mayden called Mary Ambree."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But art thou a woman, as thou dost declare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose valor hath proved so undaunted in warre?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If England doth yield such brave mayden as thee,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Full well may they conquer, faire Mary Ambree."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The prince of Great Parma heard of her renowne<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who long had advanced for Englands faire crowne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hee wooed her and sued her his mistress to bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And offerd rich presents to Mary Ambree.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But this virtuous mayden despised them all:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Ile nere sell my honour for purple nor pall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A mayden of England, sir, never will bee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The whore of a monarcke," quoth Mary Ambree.<!-- Page 114 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then to her owne country shee backe did returne,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still holding the foes of faire England in scorne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therfore English captaines of every degree<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sing forth the brave valours of Mary Ambree.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_13_5" id="Linenote_13_5"></a><a href="#LNanchor_13_5" title="link to line number">5</a>. So P. C. Sir John Major in MS.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="BRAVE_LORD_WILLOUGHBEY" id="BRAVE_LORD_WILLOUGHBEY"></a>BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBEY.</h3>
<p class="center">Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii. 235.</p>
<p>"Peregrine Bertie, Lord Willoughby of Eresby, had, in the year 1586,
distinguished himself at the siege of Zutphen, in the Low Countries. He
was the year after made general of the English forces in the United
Provinces, in room of the Earl of Leicester, who was recalled. This gave
him an opportunity of signalizing his courage and military skill in
several actions against the Spaniards. One of these, greatly exaggerated
by popular report, is probably the subject of this old ballad, which, on
account of its flattering encomiums on English valour, hath always been
a favourite with the people.</p>
<p>"Lord Willoughbie died in 1601.—Both Norris and Turner were famous
among the military men of that age.</p>
<p>"The subject of this ballad (which is printed from an old black-letter
copy, with some conjectural emendations) may possibly receive
illustration from what Chapman says in the dedication to his version of
Homer's <i>Frogs and Mice</i>, concerning the brave and<!-- Page 115 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> memorable retreat of
Sir John Norris, with only 1000 men, through the whole Spanish army,
under the Duke of Parma, for three miles together." <span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p>Lord Willoughby was son of that Duchess of Suffolk, whose extraordinary
adventures, while in exile on the continent during the reign of Queen
Mary, are the subject of an often-printed ballad called the <a href="#THE_DUCHESS_OF_SUFFOLKS_CALAMITY"><i>Duchess of
Suffolk's Calamity</i></a>. See <i>Strange Histories</i>, Percy Society, iii. 17,
and the Appendix to this volume.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The fifteenth day of July,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With glistering spear and shield,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A famous fight in Flanders<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was foughten in the field:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The most couragious officers<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were English captains three;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the bravest man in battel<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was brave Lord Willoughbèy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The next was Captain Norris,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A valiant man was hee;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The other Captain Turner,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From field would never flee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With fifteen hundred fighting men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alas! there were no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They fought with fourteen thousand then,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the bloody shore.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Stand to it, noble pikemen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And look you round about:<!-- Page 116 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And shoot you right, you bow-men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And we will keep them out.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You musquet and calìver men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Do you prove true to me:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'le be the formost man in fight,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Says brave Lord Willoughbèy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then the bloody enemy<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">They fiercely did assail,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fought it out most furiously,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not doubting to prevail.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wounded men on both sides fell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Most pitious for to see,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet nothing could the courage quell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of brave Lord Willoughbèy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For seven hours, to all mens view,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This fight endured sore,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until our men so feeble grew<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they could fight no more;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then upon dead horses,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full savourly they eat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And drank the puddle water,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They could no better get.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they had fed so freely,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They kneeled on the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And praised God devoutly<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the favour they had found;<br /></span>
<!-- Page 117 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span><span class="i0">And beating up their colours,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The fight they did renew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And turning tow'rds the Spaniard,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A thousand more they slew.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The sharp steel-pointed arrows,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bullets thick did fly;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then did our valiant soldiers<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Charge on most furiously:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which made the Spaniards waver;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They thought it best to flee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They fear'd the stout behaviour<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of brave Lord Willoughbèy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then quoth the Spanish general,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Come, let us march away;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I fear we shall be spoiled all<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If here we longer stay;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For yonder comes Lord Willoughbey,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With courage fierce and fell;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He will not give one inch of way<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For all the devils in hell."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then the fearful enemy<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was quickly put to flight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our men persued couragiously,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And caught their forces quite;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But at [the] last they gave a shout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which ecchoed through the sky;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"God and St. George for England!"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The conquerers did cry.<!-- Page 118 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This news was brought to England<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With all the speed might be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And soon our gracious queen was told<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of this same victory.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O this is brave Lord Willoughbey,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My love that ever won;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the lords of honour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Tis he great deeds hath done."<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To the souldiers that were maimed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wounded in the fray,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The queen allowed a pension<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of fifteen pence a day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from all costs and charges<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">She quit and set them free:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And this she did all for the sake<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of brave Lord Willoughbèy.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then courage, noble Englishmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And never be dismaid;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If that we be but one to ten,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We will not be afraid<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To fight with foraign enemies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And set our nation free:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thus I end the bloody bout<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of brave Lord Willoughbèy.<br /></span>
<!-- Page 119 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BONNY_EARL_OF_MURRAY_Ramsay" id="THE_BONNY_EARL_OF_MURRAY_Ramsay"></a>THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY.</h3>
<p class="center">From <i>The Tea-Table Miscellany</i>, ii. 188.</p>
<p>In consequence of a suspicion that the Earl of Murray had been party to
an attempt of his cousin, the notorious Bothwell, against the person of
the King (James VI.), a commission was issued for bringing Murray before
the sovereign for examination. The arrest was inconsiderately entrusted
to the Earl of Huntly, Murray's mortal enemy. The young earl was at that
time peacefully residing at Dunnibirsel, the house of his mother, Lady
Downe. Huntly surrounded the place and summoned the inmates to
surrender, and the demand not being complied with, set fire to the
mansion. Murray escaped from the flames, but was overtaken by his foes
and savagely slain. The event took place on the night of the 7th of
February, 1592.</p>
<p>The youth, beauty, and accomplishments of the victim of this outrage
made him a favourite with the people, and there was a universal clamor
for revenge. On the 10th of the month, proclamation was made for all
noblemen and barons, in a great number of shires, to rise in arms, to
join the King for the pursuit of the Earl of Huntly, who, however,
surrendered himself, and was dismissed, on security for his appearance
to answer for the crime. The moderation of James gave rise to a
scandalous report, that the king countenanced<!-- Page 120 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> the murderer, out of
jealousy for the favor with which the bonny earl was regarded by the
Queen.</p>
<p>The ballad of <i>Young Waters</i> (vol. iii. p. 89) has, without convincing
reasons, been supposed to be founded on the story of the Earl of Murray.</p>
<p>The first of the two pieces which follow is from Ramsay's <i>Tea-Table
Miscellany</i>. <a href="#THE_BONNIE_EARL_O_MURRAY_Finlay">The second</a>, which may perhaps be a part of the same ballad,
was first printed in Finlay's collection.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ye Highlands, and ye Lawlands,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O where have you been?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They have slain the Earl of Murray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And they laid him on the green.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now wae be to thee, Huntly!<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wherefore did you sae?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I bade you bring him wi' you,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But forbade you him to slay."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He was a braw gallant,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he rid at the ring;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the bonny Earl of Murray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O he might hae been a king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He was a braw gallant,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he play'd at the ba';<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the bonny Earl of Murray<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was the flower amang them a'.<!-- Page 121 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He was a braw gallant,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he play'd at the glove;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the bonny Earl of Murray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O he was the Queen's love.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O lang will his lady<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Look o'er the castle Down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere she see the Earl of Murray<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come sounding thro' the town.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BONNIE_EARL_O_MURRAY_Finlay" id="THE_BONNIE_EARL_O_MURRAY_Finlay"></a>THE BONNIE EARL O' MURRAY.</h3>
<p class="center">From Finlay's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, ii. 21.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Open the gates,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And let him come in;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He is my brother Huntly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He'll do him nae harm."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The gates they were opent,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">They let him come in;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But fause traitor Huntly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He did him great harm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He's ben and ben,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ben to his bed;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with a sharp rapier<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He stabbed him dead.<!-- Page 122 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The lady came down the stair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wringing her hands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"He has slain the Earl o' Murray,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The flower o' Scotland."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Huntly lap on his horse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rade to the king:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome hame, Huntly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And whare hae ye been?<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Whare hae ye been?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And how hae ye sped?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I've killed the Earl o' Murray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dead in his bed."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Foul fa' you, Huntly!<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And why did ye so?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You might have ta'en the Earl o' Murray<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And saved his life too."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Her bread it's to bake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her yill is to brew;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My sister's a widow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sair do I rue.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Her corn grows ripe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her meadows grow green,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in bonny Dinnibristle<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">I darena be seen."<br /></span>
<!-- Page 123 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_WINNING_OF_CALES" id="THE_WINNING_OF_CALES"></a>THE WINNING OF CALES.</h3>
<p>This is one of many exulting effusions which were called forth by the
taking of Cadiz (vulgarly called Cales). The town was captured on the
21st of June, 1596, the Earl of Effingham being high-admiral of the
fleet, and Essex general of the land forces. Sir W. Raleigh, Lord Thomas
Howard, and other distinguished soldiers had commands in the expedition.
The praise here bestowed on Essex's humanity was richly deserved, and
the booty taken by the conquerors is not exaggerated. The whole loss of
the Spaniards, in their city and their fleet, was estimated at twenty
millions of ducats.</p>
<p>We give this ballad from Deloney's <i>Garland of Good Will</i>, as reprinted
by the Percy Society, vol. xxx. p. 113. The copy in the <i>Reliques</i> (ii.
241), which was corrected by the editor, differs but slightly from the
present.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Long had the proud Spaniards<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Advancèd to conquer us,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Threatening our country<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With fire and sword;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Often preparing<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their navy most sumptuous,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all the provision<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That Spain could afford.<!-- Page 124 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, dub,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Thus strike the drums,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">The Englishman comes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To the seas presently<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Went our lord admiral,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With knights couragious,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And captains full good;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The earl of Essex,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A prosperous general,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With him preparèd<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To pass the salt flood.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At Plymouth speedily,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Took they ships valiantly;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Braver ships never<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were seen under sail;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With their fair colours spread,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And streamers o'er their head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now, bragging Spaniards,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Take heed of your tail.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Unto Cales cunningly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Came we most happily,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where the kings navy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did secretly ride;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being upon their backs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Piercing their buts of sack,<!-- Page 125 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[Pg 125]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere that the Spaniards<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our coming descry'd.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Tan-ta-ra, ta-ra-ra,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">The Englishman comes;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Bounce a-bounce, bounce a-bounce,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Off went the guns.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Great was the crying,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Running and riding,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which at that season<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was made at that place;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then beacons were firèd,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As need was requirèd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hide their great treasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They had little space:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Alas!" they cryèd,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">"English men comes."<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There you might see the ships,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">How they were firèd fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And how the men drown'd<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Themselves in the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There you may hear them cry,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wail and weep piteously;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When as they saw no shift<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To escape thence away.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The great Saint Philip,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 126 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[Pg 126]</a></span><span class="i2">The pride of the Spaniards,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was burnt to the bottom,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sunk in the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the Saint Andrew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And eke the Saint Matthew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We took in fight manfully,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And brought them away.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The earl of Essex,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Most valiant and hardy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With horsemen and footmen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">March'd towards the town;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The enemies which saw them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full greatly affrighted,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did fly for their safeguard,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And durst not come down.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now," quoth the noble earl,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Courage, my soldiers all!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fight, and be valiant,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And spoil you shall have;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And well rewarded all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">From the great to the small;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But look that the women<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And children you save."<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Spaniards at that sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Saw 'twas in vain to fight,<!-- Page 127 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[Pg 127]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hung up their flags of truce,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yielding the town;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We march'd in presently,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Decking the walls on high<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With our English colours,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which purchas'd renown.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ent'ring the houses then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of the richest men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For gold and treasure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We searchèd each day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In some places we did find<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pye baking in the oven,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Meat at the fire roasting,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And men run away.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Full of rich merchandise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Every shop we did see,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Damask and sattins<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And velvet full fair;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which soldiers measure out<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By the length of their swords;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all commodities,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Each one hath share.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus Cales was taken,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And our brave general<!-- Page 128 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[Pg 128]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">March'd to the market-place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There he did stand;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">There many prisoners<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of good account were took;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Many crav'd mercy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And mercy they found.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Dub a-dub, &c.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When as our general<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Saw they delayèd time,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And would not ransom<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The town as they said,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With their fair wainscots,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their presses and bedsteads,<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their joint-stools and tables,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A fire we made:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when the town burnt in a flame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With tan-ta-ra, tan-ta-ra-ra,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From thence we came.<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="SIR_JOHN_SUCKLINGS_CAMPAIGN" id="SIR_JOHN_SUCKLINGS_CAMPAIGN"></a>SIR JOHN SUCKLING'S CAMPAIGN.</h3>
<p>"When the Scottish Covenanters rose up in arms, and advanced to the
English borders in 1639, many of the courtiers complimented the king by
raising forces at their own expense. Among these none were more
distinguished than the gallant Sir John Suck<!-- Page 129 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[Pg 129]</a></span>ling, who raised a troop of
horse, so richly accoutred, that it cost him 12,000<i>l.</i> The like
expensive equipment of other parts of the army made the king remark,
that "the Scots would fight stoutly, if it were but for the Englishmen's
fine cloaths." When they came to action, the rugged Scots proved more
than a match for the fine showy English: many of whom behaved remarkably
ill, and among the rest this splendid troop of Sir John Suckling's."
<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
<p>This scoffing ballad, sometimes attributed to Suckling himself, is taken
from the <i>Musarum Deliciæ</i> of Sir John Mennis and Dr. James Smith (p. 81
of the reprint, <i>Upon Sir John Sucklings most warlike preparations for
the Scotish warre</i>). The former is said by Wood to have been the author.
Percy's copy (<i>Reliques</i>, ii. 341) has one or two different
readings.—The first stanza is a parody on <i>John Dory</i>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir John got him an ambling nag,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Scotland for to ride-a,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a hundred horse more, all his own he swore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To guard him on every side-a.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No errant-knight ever went to fight<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With halfe so gay a bravado,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had you seen but his look, you'ld have sworn on a book,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hee'ld have conquer'd a whole armado.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The ladies ran all to the windowes to see<br /></span>
<!-- Page 130 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[Pg 130]</a></span><span class="i2">So gallant and warlike a sight-a,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as he pass'd by, they began to cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Sir John, why will you go fight-a?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But he, like a cruel knight, spurr'd on,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His heart did not relent-a;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_17_15" id="LNanchor_17_15"></a><a href="#Linenote_17_15" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">For, till he came there, he shew'd no fear;</a><span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till then why should he repent-a?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The king (God bless him!) had singular hopes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of him and all his troop-a:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The borderers they, as they met him on the way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For joy did hollow and whoop-a.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">None lik'd him so well as his own colonel,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who took him for <a name="LNanchor_17_22" id="LNanchor_17_22"></a><a href="#Linenote_17_22" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">John de Weart-a;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when there were shows of gunning and blows,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My gallant was nothing so peart-a.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when the Scots army came within sight,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all men prepared to fight-a,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He ran to his tent; they ask'd what he meant;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He swore he must needs goe s——- a.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The colonel sent for him back agen,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 131 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[Pg 131]</a></span><span class="i2">To quarter him in the van-a,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Sir John did swear, he came not there<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be kill'd the very first man-a.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To cure his fear, he was sent to the rere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some ten miles back, and more-a;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where he did play at tre trip for hay,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ne'er saw the enemy more-a.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now there is peace, he's returned to increase<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His money, which lately he spent-a;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But his lost honor must still lye in the dust;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At Barwick away it went-a.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_17_15" id="Linenote_17_15"></a><a href="#LNanchor_17_15" title="link to line number">15</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For till he came there, what had he to fear;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or why should he repent-a?<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
<span style="margin-left: 15em;"><span class="smcap">Percy.</span></span><br />
</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_17_22" id="Linenote_17_22"></a><a href="#LNanchor_17_22" title="link to line number">22</a>. John de Wert was a German general of reputation, and the
terror of the French in the reign of Louis XIII. Hence his name became
proverbial in France, where he was called De Vert. <span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_PHILIPHAUGH" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_PHILIPHAUGH"></a>THE BATTLE OF PHILIPHAUGH.</h3>
<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 177.</p>
<p>By a rapid series of extraordinary victories, (see <a href="#THE_HAWS_OF_CROMDALE"><i>The Haws of
Cromdale</i></a>, and <a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_ALFORD"><i>The Battle of Alford</i></a> in the Appendix,) Montrose had
subdued Scotland to the royal arms, from the Grampians to Edinburgh.
After taking possession of the capital, he marched forward to the
frontiers, with the intention of completing the subjugation of the
southern provinces, and even of leading his wild array into England to
the support of King Charles. Having traversed the Border, and
strengthened his army (greatly diminished by the departure of the Irish
and many of the Highlanders) with some small reinforcements, Montrose
encamped on the 12th of September, 1645, at Philiphaugh, a large plain,<!-- Page 132 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[Pg 132]</a></span>
separated by the river Ettrick from the town of Selkirk, and extending
in an easterly direction from a wooded hill, called the Harehead-wood,
to a high ground which forms the banks of the river Tweed. Here the
infantry were very conveniently disposed, while the general took up his
quarters with all his cavalry at Selkirk, thus interposing a river
between his horse and foot. This extraordinary error, whether rashness
or oversight, was destined to be severely expiated. The very next
morning, the Covenanters, under General David Lesly, recalled from
England by the danger threatened their cause by the victories of
Montrose, crossed the Ettrick and fell on the encampment of the
infantry, unperceived by a single scout. A hopeless discomfiture was the
natural consequence. Montrose, roused by the firing, arrived with a few
of his cavalry too late to redeem the day, and beheld his army
slaughtered, or scattered in a retreat in which he was himself fain to
join. The fruit of all his victories was lost in this defeat, and he was
never again able to make head in Scotland against the Covenanters.</p>
<p>The following ballad was first printed by Sir Walter Scott, with
prefatory remarks which we have here abridged. It is preserved by
tradition in Selkirkshire, and coincides closely with historical fact.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On Philiphaugh a fray began,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At Hairhead-wood it ended;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Scots out o'er the Græmes they ran,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sae merrily they bended.<!-- Page 133 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[Pg 133]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir David frae the Border came,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' heart an' hand came he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wi' him three thousand bonny Scots,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bear him company.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wi' him three thousand valiant men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A noble sight to see!<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A cloud o' mist them weel conceal'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As close as e'er might be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they came to <a name="LNanchor_18_13" id="LNanchor_18_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_18_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the Shaw burn,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Said he, "Sae weel we frame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I think it is convenient<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_18_16" id="LNanchor_18_16"></a><a href="#Linenote_18_16" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">That we should sing a psalm</a>."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they came to <a name="LNanchor_18_17" id="LNanchor_18_17"></a><a href="#Linenote_18_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">the Lingly burn</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As daylight did appear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They spy'd an aged father,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he did draw them near.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come hither, aged father!"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir David he did cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"And tell me where Montrose lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With all his great army."<!-- Page 134 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[Pg 134]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But first you must come tell to me,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">If friends or foes you be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I fear you are Montrose's men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come frae the north country."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"No, we are nane o' Montrose's men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor e'er intend to be;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am Sir David Lesly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That's speaking unto thee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If you're Sir David Lesly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As I think weel ye be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I am sorry ye hae brought so few<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into your company.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<a name="LNanchor_18_37" id="LNanchor_18_37"></a><a href="#Linenote_18_37" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">There's fifteen thousand armed men</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Encamped on yon lee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye'll never be a bite to them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For aught that I can see.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But halve your men in equal parts,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your purpose to fulfill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let ae half keep the water side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The rest gae round the hill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Your nether party fire must,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then beat a flying drum;<!-- Page 135 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[Pg 135]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then they'll think the day's their ain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And frae the trench they'll come.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Then, those that are behind them, maun<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gie shot, baith grit and sma';<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so, between your armies twa,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ye may make them to fa'."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O were ye ever a soldier?"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir David Lesly said;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O yes; I was at <a name="LNanchor_18_55" id="LNanchor_18_55"></a><a href="#Linenote_18_55" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Solway Flow</a>,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where we were all betray'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Again I was at curst Dunbar,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And was a pris'ner ta'en;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And many weary night and day<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In prison I hae lien."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If ye will lead these men aright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rewarded shall ye be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, if that ye a traitor prove,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'll hang thee on a tree."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Sir, I will not a traitor prove;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Montrose has plunder'd me;<!-- Page 136 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[Pg 136]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'll do my best to banish him<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Away frae this country."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He halved his men in equal parts,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His purpose to fulfill;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The one part kept the water side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The other gaed round the hill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The nether party fired brisk,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then turn'd and seem'd to rin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then they a' came frae the trench,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And cry'd, "The day's our ain!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The rest then ran into the trench,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And loosed their cannons a':<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thus, between his armies twa,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He made them fast to fa'.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now let us a' for Lesly pray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And his brave company,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For they hae vanquish'd great Montrose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our cruel enemy.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_18_13" id="Linenote_18_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_18_13" title="link to line number">13</a>. A small stream that joins the Ettrick near Selkirk, on
the south side of the river. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_18_16" id="Linenote_18_16"></a><a href="#LNanchor_18_16" title="link to line number">16</a>. Various reading: "That we should take a dram." S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_18_17" id="Linenote_18_17"></a><a href="#LNanchor_18_17" title="link to line number">17</a>. A brook which falls into the Ettrick, from the north, a
little above the Shaw burn. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_18_37" id="Linenote_18_37"></a><a href="#LNanchor_18_37" title="link to line number">37</a>. Montrose's forces amounted to twelve or fifteen hundred
foot, and about a thousand cavalry. Lesly had five or six thousand men,
mostly horse.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_18_55" id="Linenote_18_55"></a><a href="#LNanchor_18_55" title="link to line number">55</a>. It is a strange anachronism, to make this aged father
state himself to have been at the battle of Solway Flow, which was
fought a hundred years before Philiphaugh; and a still stranger, to
mention that of Dunbar, which did not take place till five years after
Montrose's defeat. S.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 137 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[Pg 137]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_GALLANT_GRAHAMS" id="THE_GALLANT_GRAHAMS"></a>THE GALLANT GRAHAMS.</h3>
<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 187</p>
<p>In this lament for the melancholy fate of Montrose and his heroic
companions, it was clearly the humble minstrel's aim to sketch the chief
incidents in the great Marquis's career as the champion and the martyr
of Royalty. The derangements and omissions which may be found in the
verses as they now stand are but the natural effects of time. The ballad
was first published in Scott's <i>Minstrelsy</i>, as obtained from tradition,
with enlargements and corrections from an old printed copy (entitled
<i>The Gallant Grahams of Scotland</i>) furnished by Ritson.</p>
<p>The summer following the rout at Philiphaugh, King Charles committed
himself to the treacherous protection of the Presbyterians. They
required of him that his faithful lieutenant should at once disband his
forces and leave the country. During three years of exile, Montrose
resided at various foreign courts, either quite inactive, or cultivating
the friendship of the continental sovereigns, by whom he was overwhelmed
with attentions and honors. The execution of the King drew from him a
solemn oath "before God, angels, and men," that he would devote the rest
of his life to the avenging the death of his master and reëstablishing
his son on the throne. He received from Charles II. a renewal of his
commission as Captain-General in Scotland, and while Charles was
treating with the Commissioners of the Estates concerning his
resto<!-- Page 138 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[Pg 138]</a></span>ration (negotiations which Montrose regarded with no favor), set
out for the Orkneys with a few hundred men, mostly Germans. His coming,
even with this feeble band, struck a great terror into the Estates, and
Lesly was ordered to march against him with four thousand men. Destitute
of horse to bring him intelligence, Montrose was surprised at
Corbiesdale, on the confines of Ross-shire, by a body of Covenanting
cavalry under Colonel Strachan, which had been sent forward to check his
progress. The whole of his little army was destroyed or made prisoners.
Montrose escaped from the field after a desperate resistance, and
finally gave himself up to Macleod of Assaint, who sold him to his
enemies for four hundred bolls of meal!</p>
<p>"He was tried," says Scott, "for what was termed treason against the
Estates of the Kingdom; and, despite the commission of Charles for his
proceedings, he was condemned to die by a Parliament who acknowledged
Charles to be their king, and whom, on that account only, Montrose
acknowledged to be a Parliament."</p>
<p>(See <span class="smcap">Scott's</span> <i>Minstrelsy</i>, <span class="smcap">Hume</span>, ch. lx., and <span class="smcap">Napier's</span> <i>Montrose and the
Covenanters</i>.)</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, fare thee well, sweet <a name="LNanchor_19_1" id="LNanchor_19_1"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Ennerdale</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Baith kith and countrie I bid adieu;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I maun away, and I may not stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To some uncouth land which I never knew.<!-- Page 139 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[Pg 139]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_19_5" id="LNanchor_19_5"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_5" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">To wear the blue I think it best</a>,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of all the colours that I see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I'll wear it for the gallant Grahams,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That are banished from their countrie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I have no gold, I have no land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I have no pearl nor precious stane;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I wald sell my silken snood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To see the gallant Grahams come hame.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Wallace days, when they began,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_19_14" id="LNanchor_19_14"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_14" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir John the Graham</a> did bear the gree<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Through all the lands of Scotland wide:<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He was a lord of the south countrie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And so was seen full many a time;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the summer flowers did never spring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But every Graham, in armour bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would then appear before the king.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They were all drest in armour sheen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the pleasant banks of Tay;<!-- Page 140 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[Pg 140]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before a king they might be seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">These gallant Grahams in their array.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the Goukhead our camp we set,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our leaguer down there for to lay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, in the bonny summer light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We rode our white horse and our gray.<br /></span>
</div>
<hr style="width: 45%;" />
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Our false commander sold our king<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto his deadly enemie,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who was the traitor, Cromwell, then;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So I care not what they do with me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They have betray'd our noble prince,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And banish'd him from his royal crown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the gallant Grahams have ta'en in hand<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to command those traitors down.<br /></span>
</div>
<hr style="width: 45%;" />
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In <a name="LNanchor_19_37" id="LNanchor_19_37"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_37" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Glen-Prosen</a> we rendezvous'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">March'd to Glenshie by night and day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And took the town of Aberdeen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And met the Campbells in their array.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Five thousand men, in armour strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did meet the gallant Grahams that day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Inverlochie, where war began,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And scarce two thousand men were they.<!-- Page 141 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[Pg 141]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gallant Montrose, that chieftain bold,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Courageous in the best degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did for the king fight well that day;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Lord preserve his majestie!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_19_49" id="LNanchor_19_49"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_49" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Nathaniel Gordon</a>, stout and bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did for King Charles <a name="LNanchor_19_50" id="LNanchor_19_50"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_5" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">wear the blue</a>;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the cavaliers they all were sold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And brave <a name="LNanchor_19_52" id="LNanchor_19_52"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_52" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Harthill</a>, a cavalier too.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And <a name="LNanchor_19_53" id="LNanchor_19_53"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_53" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Newton-Gordon</a>, burd-alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And <a name="LNanchor_19_54" id="LNanchor_19_54"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_54" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Dalgatie</a>, both stout and keen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gallant <a name="LNanchor_19_55" id="LNanchor_19_55"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_55" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Veitch</a> upon the field,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A braver face was never seen.<!-- Page 142 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[Pg 142]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now, fare ye weel, Sweet Ennerdale!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Countrie and kin I quit ye free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cheer up your hearts, brave cavaliers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the Grahams are gone to High Germany.<br /></span>
</div>
<hr style="width: 45%;" />
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now brave Montrose he went to France,<span class="linenum">61</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to Germany, to gather fame;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bold Aboyne is to the sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Young <a name="LNanchor_19_64" id="LNanchor_19_64"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_64" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Huntly</a> is his noble name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Montrose again, that chieftain bold,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Back unto Scotland fair he came,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For to redeem fair Scotland's land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The pleasant, gallant, worthy Graham!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the water of Carron he did begin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And fought the battle to the end;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where there were kill'd, for our noble king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_19_72" id="LNanchor_19_72"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_72" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Two thousand of our Danish men</a>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_19_73" id="LNanchor_19_73"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_73" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Gilbert Menzies</a>, of high degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By whom the king's banner was borne;<!-- Page 143 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[Pg 143]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For a brave cavalier was he,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But now to glory he is gone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then woe to Strachan, and <a name="LNanchor_19_77" id="LNanchor_19_77"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_77" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Hacket</a> baith!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And, Leslie, ill death may thou die!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For ye have betray'd the gallant Grahams,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who aye were true to majestie.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And the Laird of Assaint has seized Montrose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And had him into Edinburgh town;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And frae his body taken the head,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And quarter'd him upon a trone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And <a name="LNanchor_19_85" id="LNanchor_19_85"></a><a href="#Linenote_19_85" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Huntly</a>'s gone the self-same way,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And our noble king is also gone;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He suffer'd death for our nation,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our mourning tears can ne'er be done.<!-- Page 144 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[Pg 144]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But our brave young king is now come home,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">King Charles the Second in degree;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lord send peace into his time,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And God preserve his majestie!<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_19_1" id="Linenote_19_1"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_1" title="link to line number">1</a>. A corruption of Endrickdale. The principal and most
ancient possessions of the Montrose family lie along the water of
Endrick, in Dumbartonshire. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_5" id="Linenote_19_5"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_5" title="link to line number">5</a>. About the time when Montrose first occupied Aberdeen
(1639) the Covenanters began to wear a blue ribbon, first as a scarf,
afterwards in bunches in their caps. Hence the phrase of a true blue
Whig. The blue ribbon was one of "Montrose's whimsies," and seems to
have been retained by his followers (see v. <a href="#LNanchor_19_50" title="link to line number">50</a>) after he had left the
Covenanters for the king.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_14" id="Linenote_19_14"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_14" title="link to line number">14</a>. The faithful friend and adherent of the immortal Wallace,
slain at the battle of Falkirk. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_37" id="Linenote_19_37"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_37" title="link to line number">37</a>. Glen-Prosen is in Angus-shire. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_49" id="Linenote_19_49"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_49" title="link to line number">49</a>. Of the family of Gicht in Aberdeenshire. He was taken at
Philiphaugh, and executed the 6th of January, 1646.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_52" id="Linenote_19_52"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_52" title="link to line number">52</a>. Leith, of Harthill, was a determined loyalist, and hated
the Covenanters, by whom he had been severely treated. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_53" id="Linenote_19_53"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_53" title="link to line number">53</a>. Newton, for obvious reasons, was a common appellation of
an estate, or barony, where a new edifice had been erected. Hence, for
distinction's sake, it was anciently compounded with the name of the
proprietor; as, Newton-Edmonstone, Newton-Don, Newton-Gordon, &c. Of
Newtown, I only observe, that he was, like all his clan, a steady
loyalist, and a follower of Montrose. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_54" id="Linenote_19_54"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_54" title="link to line number">54</a>. Sir Francis Hay, of Dalgatie, a steady cavalier, and a
gentleman of great gallantry and accomplishments. He was a faithful
follower of Montrose, and was taken prisoner with him at his last fatal
battle. He was condemned to death with his illustrious general. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_55" id="Linenote_19_55"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_55" title="link to line number">55</a>. I presume this gentleman to have been David Veitch,
brother to Veitch of Dawick, who, with many other of the Peebles-shire
gentry, was taken at Philiphaugh. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_64" id="Linenote_19_64"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_64" title="link to line number">64</a>. James, Earl of Aboyne, who fled to France, and there died
heart-broken. It is said his death was accelerated by the news of King
Charles's execution. He became representative of the Gordon family (or
Young Huntly, as the ballad expresses it) in consequence of the death of
his elder brother, George, who fell in the battle of Alford. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_72" id="Linenote_19_72"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_72" title="link to line number">72</a>. Montrose's foreign auxiliaries, who, by the way, did not
exceed 600 in all. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_73" id="Linenote_19_73"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_73" title="link to line number">73</a>. Gilbert Menzies, younger of Pitfoddells, carried the
royal banner in Montrose's last battle. It bore the headless corpse of
Charles I., with this motto, "<i>Judge and revenge my cause, O Lord!</i>"
Menzies proved himself worthy of this noble trust, and, obstinately
refusing quarter, died in defence of his charge. <span class="smcap">Montrose</span>'s <i>Memoirs</i>.
S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_77" id="Linenote_19_77"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_77" title="link to line number">77</a>. Sir Charles Hacket, an officer in the service of the
Estates. S.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_19_85" id="Linenote_19_85"></a><a href="#LNanchor_19_85" title="link to line number">85</a>. George Gordon, second Marquis of Huntly, one of the very
few nobles in Scotland who had uniformly adhered to the King from the
very beginning of the troubles, was beheaded by the sentence of the
Parliament of Scotland (so calling themselves) upon the 22d March, 1649,
one month and twenty-two days after the martyrdom of his master. S.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_LOUDON_HILL" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_LOUDON_HILL"></a>THE BATTLE OF LOUDON HILL.</h3>
<p>Graham of Claverhouse and Balfour of Kinloch, commonly called Burly, the
principal persons mentioned in this ballad, are characters well known to
the readers of <i>Old Mortality</i>, in the earlier chapters of which the
skirmish at Loudon Hill is described.</p>
<p>A few weeks after the memorable assassination of Archbishop Sharpe,
Robert Hamilton, a fierce Cameronian, Burly, and a few others of the
proscribed "Westlan' men" resolved to take up arms against the
government. They began their demonstrations by entering the royal burgh
of Rutherglen, on the 29th of May, 1679 (which, as the anniversary of
the Restoration, was appointed by Parliament to be kept as a holyday)
extinguishing the bonfires made in honor of the occasion, and burning at
the cross certain acts in favor of Prelacy and for the suppression of
Conventicles. After this exploit, and affixing to the cross a solemn
protest against the obnoxious acts, they encamped at Loudon Hill, being
by this time increased to the number of five or six hundred men.
Claver<!-- Page 145 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[Pg 145]</a></span>house was in garrison at Glasgow, and immediately marched against
the insurgents, with about a hundred and fifty cavalry. Hamilton, the
commander of the Whigs, had skilfully posted his men in a boggy strait
with a broad ditch in front, and the dragoons in attempting to charge
were thrown into utter disorder. At this critical moment they were
vigorously attacked by the rebels and easily routed. Claverhouse barely
escaped being taken prisoner, and lost some twenty of his troopers,
among them his cornet, Robert Graham, whose fate is alluded to in the
ballad. Burly, though not the captain, was a prominent leader in this
action. See <span class="smcap">Scott</span>'s <i>Minstrelsy</i>, vol. ii. 206, <i>et seq.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You'l marvel when I tell ye o'<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our noble Burly and his train,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When last he march'd up through the land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' sax-and-twenty Westland men.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Than they I ne'er o' braver heard,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they had a' baith wit and skill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They proved right well, as I heard tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As they cam up o'er Loudon Hill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Weel prosper a' the gospel lads,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That are into the west countrie,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Aye wicked Claver'se to demean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And aye an ill deid may he die!<!-- Page 146 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[Pg 146]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For he's drawn up i' battle rank,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' that baith soon an' hastilie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they wha live till simmer come,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some bludie days for this will see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But up spak cruel Claver'se, then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' hastie wit, an' wicked skill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Gae fire on yon Westlan' men;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I think it is my sov'reign's will."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But up bespake his Cornet, then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"It's be wi' nae consent o' me!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I ken I'll ne'er come back again,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' mony mae as weel as me.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"There is not ane of a' yon men,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But wha is worthy other three;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There is na ane amang them a',<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That in his cause will stap to die.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"An' as for Burly, him I knaw;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He's a man of honour, birth, and fame;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gie him a sword into his hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He'll fight thysell an' other ten."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But up spake wicked Claver'se, then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wat his heart it raise fu' hie!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he has cried that a' might hear,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Man, ye hae sair deceived me.<!-- Page 147 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[Pg 147]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I never ken'd the like afore,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Na, never since I came frae hame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That you sae cowardly here suld prove,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' yet come of a noble Græme."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But up bespake his Cornet then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Since that it is your honour's will,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mysell shall be the foremost man<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That shall gie fire on Loudon Hill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"At your command I'll lead them on,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But yet wi' nae consent o' me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For weel I ken I'll ne'er return,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And mony mae as weel as me."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then up he drew in battle rank;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wat he had a bonny train!<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the first time that bullets flew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Aye he lost twenty o' his men.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then back he came the way he gaed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wat right soon and suddenly!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He gave command amang his men,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sent them back, and bade them flee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then up came Burly, bauld an' stout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi's little train o' Westland men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wha mair than either aince or twice<br /></span>
<!-- Page 148 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[Pg 148]</a></span><span class="i2">In Edinburgh confined had been.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They hae been up to London sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">An' yet they're a' come safely down;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sax troop o' horsemen they hae beat,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And chased them into Glasgow town.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OE_BOTHWELL_BRIDGE" id="THE_BATTLE_OE_BOTHWELL_BRIDGE"></a>THE BATTLE OE BOTHWELL BRIDGE.</h3>
<p class="center">From <i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 237.</p>
<p>The success of the Cameronians at Loudon Hill induced a considerable
number of the moderate Presbyterians to join the army of the insurgents.
But though increased numbers gave the revolt a more formidable
appearance, they cannot be said to have added much to the strength of
the rebels, since there was no concert between the two factions, each
having its own set of officers, and issuing contrary orders at the same
time. An army of ten thousand men under the Duke of Monmouth advanced
from Edinburgh against these distracted allies, who, in all not more
than four thousand, were encamped near Hamilton, on the western side of
the Clyde, and had possession of the bridge between that point and the
village of Bothwell. While the Duke was preparing to force a passage,
the more moderate of the Whigs offered terms, and while they were
debating the Duke's reply, the Cameronians, who bravely defended the
bridge, were compelled to abandon their<!-- Page 149 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[Pg 149]</a></span> post. The Duke's army then
crossed the river without opposition, because the rebels were at that
juncture occupied with cashiering their officers and electing new ones.
The first discharge of Monmouth's cannon caused the cavalry of the
Covenanters to wheel about, and their flight threw the foot into
irrecoverable disorder. Four hundred of the rebels were killed, and a
body of twelve hundred surrendered at discretion, and were preserved
from death by the clemency of the Duke. This action took place on the
22d of June, 1679.</p>
<p>Scott informs us that there were two Gordons of Earlstoun engaged in the
rebellion, a father and son. The former was not in the battle, but was
met hastening to it by English dragoons, and was killed on his refusing
to surrender. The son, who is supposed to be the person mentioned in the
ballad, was of the milder Presbyterians, and fought only for freedom of
conscience and relief from the tyrannical laws against non-conformists.
He escaped from the battle, and after being several times condemned to
die, was finally set at liberty, and restored to his forfeited estates.</p>
<p>In this ballad Claverhouse's unsparing pursuit of the fugitives is
imputed to a desire to revenge the death of his kinsman at Loudon Hill,
and his anger at being thwarted is, with great simplicity, asserted to
have led to the execution of Monmouth.</p>
<p>Scott's copy of this ballad was given from recitation. In the First
Series of Laing's <i>Fugitive Scottish Poetry</i>, there is an amusingly
prosaic Covenanting ditty upon this subject, called <i>Bothwell Lines</i>,
and in the Second Series, a Cavalier song, entitled The <i>Battell of
Bodwell Bridge, or The Kings Cavileers Triumph</i>.<!-- Page 150 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[Pg 150]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O, billie, billie, bonny billie,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Will ye go to the wood wi' me?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We'll ca' our horse hame masterless,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">An' gar them trow slain men are we."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O no, O no!" says Earlstoun,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">"For that's the thing that mauna be;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I am sworn to Bothwell Hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Where I maun either gae or die."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So Earlstoun rose in the morning,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">An' mounted by the break o' day;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">An' he has joined our Scottish lads,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">As they were marching out the way.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now, farewell, father, and farewell, mother,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And fare ye weel, my sisters three;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An' fare ye weel, my Earlstoun,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">For thee again I'll never see!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So they're awa' to Bothwell Hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">An' waly they rode bonnily!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the Duke o' Monmouth saw them comin',<br /></span>
<span class="i4">He went to view their company.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Ye're welcome, lads," the Monmouth said,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Ye're welcome, brave Scots lads, to me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sae are you, brave Earlstoun,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The foremost o' your company!<!-- Page 151 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[Pg 151]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But yield your weapons ane an a',<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">O yield your weapons, lads, to me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For gin ye'll yield your weapons up,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Ye'se a' gae hame to your country."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out then spak a Lennox lad,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And waly but he spoke bonnily!<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I winna yield my weapons up,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To you nor nae man that I see."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then he set up the flag o' red,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">A' set about wi' bonny blue;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Since ye'll no cease, and be at peace,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">See that ye stand by ither true."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They stell'd their cannons on the height,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And showr'd their shot down in the howe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An' beat our Scots lads even down,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Thick they lay slain on every knowe.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As e'er you saw the rain down fa',<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Or yet the arrow frae the bow,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sae our Scottish lads fell even down,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">An' they lay slain on every knowe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O hold your hand," then Monmouth cry'd,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Gie quarters to yon men for me!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wicked Claver'se swore an oath,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">His Cornet's death revenged sud be.<!-- Page 152 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[Pg 152]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O hold your hand," then Monmouth cry'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"If onything you'll do for me;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hold up your hand, you cursed Græme,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Else a rebel to our king ye'll be."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then wicked Claver'se turn'd about,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">I wot an angry man was he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he has lifted up his hat,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">And cry'd, "God bless his Majesty!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Than he's awa' to London town,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Aye e'en as fast as he can dree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fause witnesses he has wi' him ta'en,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And ta'en Monmouth's head frae his body.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Alang the brae, beyond the brig,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Mony brave man lies cauld and still;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But lang we'll mind, and sair we'll rue,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The bloody battle of Bothwell Hill.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_KILLIECRANKIE" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_KILLIECRANKIE"></a>THE BATTLE OF KILLIECRANKIE.</h3>
<p>This battle was fought on the evening of the 27th of July, 1689, a
little to the north of the pass of Killiecrankie, in the Highlands of
Perthshire, between King William's army under General Mackay, and a body
of Highlanders under the renowned Claverhouse,<!-- Page 153 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[Pg 153]</a></span> the bravest and most
faithful adherent of the house of Stuart. Mackay's troops, which were
partly Dutch and partly English, amounted to 4,500 foot and two
companies of horse. The Highlanders were not much more than half as
numerous. They consisted of the followers of Maclean, Macdonald of Sky,
Clanronald, Sir Evan Cameron of Lochiel, and others, with a few Irish.
The left wing of Mackay's army was almost instantly routed by a furious
charge of the Macleans. The right wing stood their ground manfully, and
even repulsed the assault of the Macdonalds, but being taken in flank by
the Camerons and a part of the Macleans, they were forced to retire and
suffered great loss. While directing the oblique movement of the
Camerons, Claverhouse received a mortal wound under the arm, and with
him fell the cause of King James.</p>
<p>This ballad, which is taken from Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 163, was
printed as a broadside near the time of the battle. The author is
unknown. There was an old song called <i>Killiecrankie</i>, which, with some
alterations, was inserted in Johnson's <i>Museum</i> (p. 302). It is also
found in Hogg's <i>Jacobite Relics</i>, i. 32, with an additional stanza. A
contemporary Latin ballad on the same event by Herbert Kennedy, a
professor in the University of Edinburgh, is given in the <i>Museum</i>, and
may be seen <a href="#PROELIUM_GILLICRANKIANUM_See_p_152">in our Appendix</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Clavers and his Highlandmen<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Came down upo' the raw, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who being stout, gave mony a clout;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The lads began to claw then.<!-- Page 154 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[Pg 154]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With sword and terge into their hand,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Wi which they were nae slaw, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wi mony a fearful heavy sigh,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The lads began to claw then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O'er bush, o'er bank, o'er ditch, o'er stank,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">She flang amang them a', man;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The butter-box got mony knocks,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Their riggings paid for a' then.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They got their paiks, wi sudden straiks,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Which to their grief they saw, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wi clinkum clankum o'er their crowns,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">The lads began to fa' then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_22_17" id="LNanchor_22_17"></a><a href="#Linenote_22_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Hur skipt about, hur leapt about,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i4">And flang amang them a', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The English blades got broken heads,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Their crowns were cleav'd in twa then.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The durk and door made their last hour,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And prov'd their final fa', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They thought the devil had been there,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That play'd them sic a paw then.<!-- Page 155 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[Pg 155]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Solemn League and Covenant<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Came whigging up the hills, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thought Highland trews durst not refuse<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For to subscribe their bills then.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Willie's name, they thought nae ane<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Durst stop their course at a', man,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_22_31" id="LNanchor_22_31"></a>But <a href="#Linenote_22_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">hur-nane-sell</a>, wi mony a knock,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Cry'd, "Furich-Whigs awa'," man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Evan Du, and his men true,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Came linking up the brink, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Hogan Dutch they feared such,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">They bred a horrid stink then.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The true Maclean and his fierce men<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Came in amang them a' man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nane durst withstand his heavy hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">All fled and ran awa' then.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>Oh' on a ri, Oh' on a ri,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Why should she lose King Shames, man?<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>Oh' rig in di, Oh' rig in di,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i4">She shall break a' her banes then;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With <i>furichinish</i>, an' stay a while,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">And speak a word or twa, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She's gi' a straike, out o'er the neck,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Before ye win awa' then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O fy for shame, ye're three for ane,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Hur-nane-sell's won the day, man;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Shames' red-coats should be hung up,<!-- Page 156 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[Pg 156]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Because they ran awa' then.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had bent their brows, like Highland trows,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And made as lang a stay, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They'd sav'd their king, that sacred thing,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">And Willie'd ran awa' then.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_22_17" id="Linenote_22_17"></a><a href="#LNanchor_22_17" title="link to line number">17</a>. The Highlanders have only one pronoun, and as it happens
to resemble the English <i>her</i>, it has caused the Lowlanders to have a
general impression that they mistake the feminine for the masculine
gender. It has even become a sort of nickname for them, as in the
present case, and in a subsequent verse, (<a href="#LNanchor_22_31" title="link to line number">31</a>,) where it is extended to
<i>her-nain-sell</i>. <span class="smcap">Chambers</span>, <i>Scottish Songs</i>, p. 48.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_SHERIFF-MUIR" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_SHERIFF-MUIR"></a>THE BATTLE OF SHERIFF-MUIR.</h3>
<p>Fought on the 13th of November, 1715, between the Duke of Argyle,
general of the forces of King George the First, and the Earl of Mar, for
the Chevalier de St. George. The right wing of both armies, led by the
respective commanders, was successful, and the left wing of both was
routed. Hence the victory was claimed by both sides. The Chevalier's
army was much the larger of the two, and all the advantages of the
contest remained with the other party.</p>
<p>This ballad is printed in Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 170, and in many
subsequent collections. It is ascribed by Burns to the "Rev. Murdoch
M'Lellan, minister of Crathie, Dee-side." Our copy is taken from Hogg's
<i>Jacobite Relics</i>, ii. 1, where the stanzas in brackets appear for the
first time. The notes are from Chambers's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, p. 408.</p>
<p>There are several other ballads upon this battle: <i>Up and war them a',
Willie</i>, Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, p. 195, and (different) Herd's <i>Scottish
Songs</i>, ii. 234: <i>From Bogie Side, or, The Marquis's Raide</i>, a false and
scurrilous party song, Hogg's <i>Jacobite Relics</i>, ii. 13: <!-- Page 157 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[Pg 157]</a></span><i>A Dialogue
between Will Lick-Ladle and Tom Clean-Cogue</i>, &c., written by the Rev.
John Barclay of Edinburgh, many years after the event: and <i>The Battle
of Sherramoor</i>, altered and abridged by Burns from this last, for
Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, (p. 290.) <a href="#A_DIALOGUE">See Appendix</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There's some say that we wan, and some say that they wan,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And some say that nane wan at a', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But one thing I'm sure, that at Sherra-muir<br /></span>
<span class="i4">A battle there was that I saw, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>And we ran, and they ran, and they ran, and we ran</i>,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>But <a name="LNanchor_23_6" id="LNanchor_23_6"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_6" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Florence</a> ran fastest of a', man</i>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Argyle and <a name="LNanchor_23_7" id="LNanchor_23_7"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_7" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Belhaven</a>, not frighted like Leven,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Which <a href="#Linenote_23_7" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Rothes and Haddington</a> saw, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For they all, with <a href="#Linenote_23_7" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Wightman</a>, advanc'd on the right, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">While others took flight, being raw, man.<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i24"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_11" id="LNanchor_23_11"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lord Roxburgh</a> was there, in order to share<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With <a href="#Linenote_23_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Douglas</a>, who stood not in awe, man;<!-- Page 158 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[Pg 158]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Volunteerly to ramble with <a href="#Linenote_23_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lord Loudon Campbell</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Brave <a href="#Linenote_23_11" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Ilay</a> did suffer for a', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_15" id="LNanchor_23_15"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_15" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Sir John Schaw</a>, that great knight, with broad sword most bright,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">On horseback he briskly did charge, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_17" id="LNanchor_23_17"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_17" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">A hero that's bold</a>, none could him withhold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He stoutly encounter'd the targemen.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For the cowardly Whittam, for fear they should cut him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seeing glittering broad swords with a pa', man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that in such thrang, made Baird edicang,<span class="linenum">21</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And from the brave clans ran awa, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">[The great Colonel Dow gade foremost, I trow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Whittam's dragoons ran awa, man;<!-- Page 159 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[Pg 159]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Except Sandy Baird, and Naughtan the laird,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their horse shaw'd their heels to them a', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i>]<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brave Mar and <a name="LNanchor_23_27" id="LNanchor_23_27"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_27" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Panmure</a> were firm, I am sure:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The latter was kidnapt awa, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With brisk men about, brave Harry retook<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His brother, and laugh'd at them a', man.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brave <a name="LNanchor_23_31" id="LNanchor_23_31"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_31" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Marshall, and Lithgow, and Glengary</a>'s pith, too,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Assisted by brave <a href="#Linenote_23_31" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Loggia</a>, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Gordons the bright, so boldly did fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That the redcoats took flight and awa, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_35" id="LNanchor_23_35"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_35" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Strathmore and Clanronald</a> cried still, "Advance, Donald,"<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till both of these heroes did fa', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For there was such hashing, and broad swords a-clashing,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Brave <a href="#Linenote_23_35" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Forfar</a> himsel got a claw, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><!-- Page 160 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[Pg 160]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_39" id="LNanchor_23_39"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_39" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lord Perth</a> stood the storm, <a href="#Linenote_23_39" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Seaforth</a> but lukewarm,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_23_39" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Kilsyth, and Strathallan</a> not slaw, man;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And <a href="#Linenote_23_39" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Hamilton</a> pled the men were not bred,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he had no fancy to fa', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brave gen'rous <a name="LNanchor_23_43" id="LNanchor_23_43"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_43" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Southesk</a>, <a href="#Linenote_23_43" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Tullibardin</a> was brisk,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose father indeed would not draw, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into the same yoke, which serv'd for a cloak,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To keep the estate 'twixt them twa, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_47" id="LNanchor_23_47"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_47" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lord Rollo</a> not fear'd, <a href="#Linenote_23_47" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Kintore</a> and his beard,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_23_47" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Pitsligo and Ogilvie</a>, a', man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And brothers Balflours they stood the first show'rs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_23_47" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Clackmannan and Burleigh</a> did claw, man.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><!-- Page 161 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[Pg 161]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But <a name="LNanchor_23_51" id="LNanchor_23_51"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_51" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Cleppan</a> fought pretty, and <a href="#Linenote_23_51" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Strowan</a> the witty,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A poet that pleases us a', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For mine is but rhyme in respect of what's fine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or what he is able to draw, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For <a name="LNanchor_23_55" id="LNanchor_23_55"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_55" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Huntly and Sinclair</a>, they both play'd the tinkler,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With consciences black as a craw, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some Angus and Fife men, they ran for their life, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ne'er a Lot's wife there at a', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_59" id="LNanchor_23_59"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_59" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Then Laurie the traitor, who betray'd his master,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His king, and his country, an' a', man,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pretending Mar might give orders to fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the right of the army awa, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Laurie, for fear of what he might hear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Took Drummond's best horse, and awa, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">'Stead of going to Perth, he crossed the Firth,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alongst Stirling bridge, and awa, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><!-- Page 162 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[Pg 162]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To London he press'd, and there he profess'd<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he behav'd best o' them a', man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so, without strife, got settled for life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A hundred a-year to his fa', man.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Borrowstounness he resides with disgrace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till his neck stand in need of a thraw, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then in a tether he'll swing from a ladder,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And go off the stage with a pa', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_75" id="LNanchor_23_75"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_75" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Rob Roy</a> there stood watch on a hill, for to catch<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The booty, for ought that I saw, man;<span class="linenum">76</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he ne'er advanc'd from the place he was stanc'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till no more was to do there at a', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So we all took the flight, and Moubray the wright,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Lethem the smith was a braw man,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he took a fit of the gout, which was wit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By judging it time to withdraw, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><!-- Page 163 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[Pg 163]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And trumpet Maclean, whose breeks were not clean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through misfortune he happen'd to fa', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By saving his neck, his trumpet did break,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And came off without music at a', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So there such a race was as ne'er in that place was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And as little chace was at a', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">From each other they run without touk of drum,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They did not make use of a paw, man.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">[Whether we ran, or they ran, or we wan, or they wan,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or if there was winning at a', man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_23_93" id="LNanchor_23_93"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_93" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">There no man can tell, save our brave genarell,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who first began running of a', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wi' the Earl o' Seaforth, and the <a name="LNanchor_23_95" id="LNanchor_23_95"></a><a href="#Linenote_23_95" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Cock o' the North</a>;<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Florence ran fastest of a', man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Save the laird o' Phinaven, who sware to be even<br /></span>
<span class="i2">W' any general or peer o' them a', man.]<br /></span>
<span class="i10"><i>And we ran, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_23_6" id="Linenote_23_6"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_6" title="link to line number">6</a>. Florence was the Marquis of Huntly's horse. <span class="smcap">Hogg.</span></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_7" id="Linenote_23_7"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_7" title="link to line number">7-10</a>. Lord Belhaven, the Earl of Leven, and the Earls of
Rothes and Haddington, who all bore arms as volunteers in the royal
army. Major-General Joseph Wightman, who commanded the centre of the
royal army.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_11" id="Linenote_23_11"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_11" title="link to line number">11-14</a>. John, fifth Duke of Roxburgh, a loyal volunteer.
Archibald, Duke of Douglas, who commanded a body of his vassals in the
royal army. Hugh Campbell, third Earl of Loudoun, of the royal army. The
Earl of Ilay, brother to the Duke of Argyle. He came up to the field
only a few hours before the battle, and had the misfortune to be
wounded.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_15" id="Linenote_23_15"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_15" title="link to line number">15</a>. Sir John Shaw of Greenock, an officer in the troop of
volunteers, noted for his keen Whiggish spirit.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_17" id="Linenote_23_17"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_17" title="link to line number">17</a>. Major-General Whitham, who commanded the left wing of the
King's army.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_39" id="Linenote_23_39"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_39" title="link to line number">39-42</a>. James, Lord Drummond, eldest son of the Earl of Perth,
was Lieutenant-general of horse under Mar, and behaved with great
gallantry. William Mackenzie, fifth Earl of Seaforth. The Viscount
Kilsyth. The Viscount Strathallan. Lieutenant-general George Hamilton,
commanding under the Earl of Mar.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_27" id="Linenote_23_27"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_27" title="link to line number">27-30</a>. James, Earl of Panmure. The Honourable Harry Maule of
Kellie, brother to the foregoing, whom he recaptured after the
engagement.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_31" id="Linenote_23_31"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_31" title="link to line number">31-4</a>. The Earls of Marischal and Linlithgow. The Chief of
Glengary. Thomas Drummond of Logie Almond.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_35" id="Linenote_23_35"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_35" title="link to line number">35-8</a>. The Earl of Strathmore, killed in the battle. The Chief
of Clanranald. The Earl of Forfar—on the King's side—wounded in the
engagement.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_43" id="Linenote_23_43"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_43" title="link to line number">43</a>. James, fifth Earl of Southesk. The Marquis of
Tullibardine, eldest son of the Duke of Athole.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_47" id="Linenote_23_47"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_47" title="link to line number">47-50</a>. Lord Rollo. The Earl of Kintore. Lord Pitsligo. Lord
Ogilvie, son of the Earl of Airly. Bruce, Laird of Clackmannan—the
husband, I believe, of the old lady who knighted Robert Burns with the
sword of Bruce, at Clackmannan Tower. Lord Burleigh.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_51" id="Linenote_23_51"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_51" title="link to line number">51</a>. Major William Clephane. Alexander Robertson of Struan,
chief of the Robertsons.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_55" id="Linenote_23_55"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_55" title="link to line number">55</a>. Alexander, Marquis of Huntly, afterwards Duke of Gordon.
The Master of Sinclair.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_59" id="Linenote_23_59"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_59" title="link to line number">59-74</a>. These four stanzas seem to refer to a circumstance
reported at the time; namely, that a person had left the Duke of
Argyle's army, and joined the Earl of Mar's, before the battle,
intending to act as a spy; and that, being employed by Mar to inform the
left wing that the right was victorious, he gave a contrary statement,
and, after seeing them retire accordingly, went back again to the royal
army.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_75" id="Linenote_23_75"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_75" title="link to line number">75</a>. The celebrated Rob Roy. This redoubted hero was
prevented, by mixed motives, from joining either party. He could not
fight against the Earl of Mar, consistent with his conscience, nor could
he oppose the Duke of Argyle, without forfeiting the protection of a
powerful friend.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_93" id="Linenote_23_93"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_93" title="link to line number">93</a>. This point is made at the expense of a contradiction. See
<a href="#LNanchor_23_27" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">v. 27</a>.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_23_95" id="Linenote_23_95"></a><a href="#LNanchor_23_95" title="link to line number">95-7</a>. <i>The Cock of the North</i> is an honorary popular title of
the Duke of Gordon. Carnegy of Finhaven.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 164 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[Pg 164]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="LORD_DERWENTWATER" id="LORD_DERWENTWATER"></a>LORD DERWENTWATER.</h3>
<p>James Radcliff, Earl of Derwentwater, fell into the hands of the Whigs
at the surrender of Preston, on the very day of the battle of
Sheriff-Muir, and suffered death in February, 1716, for his
participation in the rebellion. Smollet has described him as an amiable
youth,—brave, open, generous, hospitable, and humane. "His fate drew
tears from the spectators, and was a great misfortune to the country in
which he lived. He gave bread to multitudes of people whom he employed
on his estate;—the poor, the widow, and the orphan rejoiced in his
bounty." (<i>History of England</i>, quoted by Cromek.) We are told that the
<i>aurora borealis</i> was remarkably vivid on the night of the earl's
execution, and that this phenomenon is consequently still known in the
north by the name of "Lord Derwentwater's Lights."</p>
<p>Although this ballad is said to have been extremely popular in the North
of England for a long time after the event which gave rise to it, no
good copy has as yet been recovered. The following was obtained by
Motherwell (<i>Minstrelsy</i>, p. 349) from the recitation of an old woman.
Another copy, also from recitation but "restored to poetical propriety,"
is given in the <i>Gentleman's Magazine</i>, for June, 1825 (p. 489), and<!-- Page 165 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[Pg 165]</a></span>
fragments of a third in <i>Notes and Queries</i>, vol. xii. p. 492. Two
spurious ballads on the death of Lord Derwentwater have been sometimes
received as genuine: one by Allan Cunningham, first published in
Cromek's <i>Nithsdale and Galloway Song</i>, p. 129, another (<i>Lord
Derwentwater's Goodnight</i>) by Surtees, printed in Hogg's <i>Jacobite
Relics</i>, ii. 31. Still another modern imitation is <i>Young Ratcliffe</i>, in
Sheldon's <i>Minstrelsy of the English Border</i>, p. 401.</p>
<p>There is a ballad on the disgraceful capitulation of Preston in Hogg's
<i>Jacobite Relics</i>, ii. 102, also, <i>Northumberland Garland</i>, p. 85,
beginning "Mackintosh was a soldier brave."</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Our King has wrote a long letter,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sealed it ower with gold;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sent it to my lord Dunwaters,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To read it if he could.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He has not sent it with a boy,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor with any Scots lord;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he's sent it with the noblest knight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">E'er Scotland could afford.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The very first line that my lord did read,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He gave a smirkling smile;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Before he had the half of it read,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The tears from his eyes did fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come saddle to me my horse," he said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Come saddle to me with speed;<!-- Page 166 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[Pg 166]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I must away to fair London town,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to me there was ne'er more need."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out and spoke his lady gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In childbed where she lay:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I would have you make your will, my lord Dunwaters,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before you go away."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I leave to you, my eldest son,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My houses and my land;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I leave to you, my youngest son,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten thousand pounds in hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I leave to you, my lady gay, —<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">You are my wedded wife, —<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I leave to you, the third of my estate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That'll keep you in a lady's life."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They had not rode a mile but one,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till his horse fell owre a stane:<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"It's a warning good enough," my lord Dunwaters said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Alive I'll ne'er come hame."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they came to fair London town,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into the courtiers' hall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lords and knights of fair London town<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did him a traitor call.<!-- Page 167 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[Pg 167]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"A traitor! a traitor!" says my lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"A traitor! how can that be?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An it be nae for the keeping five thousand men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To fight for King Jamie.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O all you lords and knights in fair London town,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come out and see me die;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O all you lords and knights in fair London town,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be kind to my ladie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"There's fifty pounds in my right pocket,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Divide it to the poor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There's other fifty in my left pocket,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Divide it from door to door."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_TRANENT-MUIR_OR_OF_PRESTON-PANS" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_TRANENT-MUIR_OR_OF_PRESTON-PANS"></a>THE BATTLE OF TRANENT-MUIR, OR OF PRESTON-PANS</h3>
<p class="center">Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 166: Ritson's <i>Scotish Songs</i>, ii. 76.</p>
<p>This ballad is the work of Adam Skirving, a clever and opulent farmer,
father of Archibald Skirving, the portrait painter. It was printed
shortly after the battle as a broadside, and next appeared in <i>The
Charmer</i>, vol. ii. p. 349, Edinb. 1751. Neither of those editions
contains the eleventh stanza. The foot-notes commonly attached to the
subsequent re<!-- Page 168 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[Pg 168]</a></span>prints are found in <i>The Charmer</i>. (Laing in Johnson's
<i>Museum</i>, iv. 189*.)</p>
<p>To Skirving is also attributed with great probability the excellent
satirical song of <i>Johnnie Cope</i>, or <i>Cope are you waking yet</i>. The
original words are in Ritson, <i>Scotish Songs</i>, ii. 84: another set at p.
82: a third, with alterations and additions by Burns, in Johnson's
<i>Museum</i>, p. 242. Allan Cunningham once heard a peasant boast that he
could sing <i>Johnnie Cope</i> with all its <i>nineteen</i> variations. See
<a href="#APPENDIX">Appendix</a>.</p>
<p>The battle took place on the 22d of September, 1745, between the
villages of Tranent and Prestonpans, a few miles from Edinburgh. The
king's lieutenant-general, Sir John Cope, was disgracefully defeated by
the Highlanders under Charles Edward, and nearly all his army killed or
taken. The details of the conflict are vividly described in the 46th and
47th chapters of Waverley.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Chevalier, being void of fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did march up Birsle brae, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thro' Tranent, e'er he did stent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As fast as he could gae, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While General Cope did taunt and mock,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' mony a loud huzza, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But e'er next morn proclaim'd the cock,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We heard another craw, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The brave Lochiel, as I heard tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Led Camerons on in clouds, man;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The morning fair, and clear the air,<!-- Page 169 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[Pg 169]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">They loos'd with devilish thuds, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Down guns they threw, and swords they drew<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And soon did chace them aff, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Seaton-Crafts they buft their chafts,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gart them rin like daft, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The bluff dragoons swore blood and 'oons,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They'd make the rebels run, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet they flee when them they see,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And winna fire a gun, man:<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They turn'd their back, the foot they brake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Such terror seiz'd them a', man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some wet their cheeks, some fyl'd their breeks,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And some for fear did fa', man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The volunteers prick'd up their ears,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vow gin they were crouse, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when the bairns saw't turn to earn'st,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They were not worth a louse man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Maist feck gade hame; O fy for shame!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They'd better stay'd awa', man,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than wi' cockade to make parade,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And do nae good at a', man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_25_33" id="LNanchor_25_33"></a><a href="#Linenote_25_33" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Menteith</a> the great, when hersell sh—,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Un'wares did ding him o'er man;<!-- Page 170 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[Pg 170]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet wad nae stand to bear a hand,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But aff fou fast did scour, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O'er Soutra hill, e'er he stood still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before he tasted meat, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Troth he may brag of his swift nag,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That bare him aff sae fleet, man.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And <a name="LNanchor_25_41" id="LNanchor_25_41"></a><a href="#Linenote_25_41" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Simpson</a> keen, to clear the een<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of rebels far in wrang, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did never strive wi' pistols five,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But gallop'd with the thrang, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He turn'd his back, and in a crack<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was cleanly out of sight man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thought it best; it was nae jest<br /></span>
<span class="i2">W' Highlanders to fight, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'Mangst a' the gang nane bade the bang<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But twa, and ane was tane, man;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Campbell rade, but <a name="LNanchor_25_51" id="LNanchor_25_51"></a><a href="#Linenote_25_51" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Myrie</a> staid,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sair he paid the kain, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fell skelps he got, was war than shot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Frae the sharp-edg'd claymore, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Frae many a spout came running out<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His reeking-het red gore, man.<!-- Page 171 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[Pg 171]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Gard'ner brave did still behave<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like to a hero bright, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His courage true, like him were few<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That still despised flight, man;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For king and laws, and country's cause,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In honour's bed he lay, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His life, but not his courage, fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While he had breath to draw, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And Major Bowle, that worthy soul,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was brought down to the ground, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His horse being shot, it was his lot<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to get mony a wound, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_25_69" id="LNanchor_25_69"></a><a href="#Linenote_25_69" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lieutenant Smith</a>, of Irish birth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Frae whom he call'd for aid, man,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being full of dread, lap o'er his head,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And wadna be gainsaid, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He made sic haste, sae spur'd his beast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">'Twas little there he saw, man;<!-- Page 172 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[Pg 172]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To Berwick rade, and safely said,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Scots were rebels a', man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But let that end, for well 'tis kend<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His use and wont to lie, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Teague is naught, he never faught,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When he had room to flee, man.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And Caddell drest, amang the rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With gun and good claymore, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On gelding grey he rode that way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With pistols set before, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cause was good, he'd spend his blood,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before that he would yield, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the night before, he left the cor,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And never fac'd the field, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But gallant Roger, like a soger,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Stood and bravely fought, man;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'm wae to tell, at last he fell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But mae down wi' him brought, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At point of death, wi' his last breath,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Some standing round in ring, man,)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On's back lying flat, he wav'd his hat,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And cry'd, God save the King, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some Highland rogues, like hungry dogs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Neglecting to pursue, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">About they fac'd, and in great haste<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the booty flew, man;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they, as gain for all their pain,<!-- Page 173 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[Pg 173]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Are deck'd wi' spoils of war, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fu' bald can tell how hernainsell<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was ne'er sae pra before, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the thorn-tree, which you may see<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bewest the meadow-mill, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There mony slain lay on the plain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The clans pursuing still, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sick unco' hacks, and deadly whacks,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I never saw the like, man;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lost hands and heads cost them their deads,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That fell near Preston-dyke, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That afternoon, when a was done,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I gaed to see the fray, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But had I wist what after past,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'd better staid away, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Seaton sands, wi' nimble hands,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They pick'd my pockets bare, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I wish ne'er to drie sick fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For a' the sum and mair, man.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_25_33" id="Linenote_25_33"></a><a href="#LNanchor_25_33" title="link to line number">33</a>. The minister of Longformacus, a volunteer; who, happening
to come, the night before the battle, upon a Highlander easing nature at
Preston, threw him over, and carried his gun as a trophy to Cope's
camp.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_25_41" id="Linenote_25_41"></a><a href="#LNanchor_25_41" title="link to line number">41</a>. Another volunteer Presbyterian minister, who said he
would convince the rebels of their error by the dint of his pistols;
having, for that purpose, two in his pockets, two in his holsters, and
one in his belt.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_25_51" id="Linenote_25_51"></a><a href="#LNanchor_25_51" title="link to line number">51</a>. Mr. Myrie was a student of physic, from Jamaica; he
entered as a volunteer in Cope's army, and was miserably mangled by the
broad-swords.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_25_69" id="Linenote_25_69"></a><a href="#LNanchor_25_69" title="link to line number">69</a>. Lieutenant Smith, who left Major Bowle when lying on the
field of battle, and unable to move with his wound, was of Irish
extraction. It is reported that after the publication of the ballad, he
sent Mr. Skirving a challenge to meet him at Haddington, and answer for
his conduct in treating him with such opprobrium. "Gang awa back," said
Mr. Skirving to the messenger, "and tell Mr. Smith, I have nae leisure
to gae to Haddington, but if he likes to come here, I'll tak a look o'
him, and if I think I can fecht him, I'll fecht him, and if no—I'll
just do as he did at Preston—I'll rin awa'." <span class="smcap">Stenhouse.</span></p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 175 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[Pg 175]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="APPENDIX" id="APPENDIX"></a>APPENDIX.</h2>
<hr />
<p><!-- Page 177 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[Pg 177]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBURN_See_p_5" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_OTTERBURN_See_p_5"></a>THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN. See <a href="#Page_5">p. 5</a>.</h3>
<p>In the versions of this ballad given in the body of this work, the Earl
of Douglas is represented as falling by the hand of Harry Percy. In the
ballad which follows, taken from Herd's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, i. 211, his
death is ascribed to the revenge of an offended servant. Though there is
not the slightest reason to give credence to this story, it has a
certain foundation in tradition. Hume of Godscroft writes "there are
that say, that he [Douglas] was not slain by the enemy, but by one of
his own men, a groom of his chamber, whom he had struck the day before
with a truncheon, in ordering of the battle, because he saw him make
somewhat slowly to. And they name this man John Bickerton of Luffness,
who left a part of his armour behind unfastened, and when he was in the
greatest conflict, this servant of his came behind his back, and slew
him thereat." Wintown says that the Earl was so intent on marshalling
his forces, and so eager to be at the foe, that he neglected to arm
himself carefully.—<span class="smcap">Scott</span>'s <i>Minstrelsy</i>, i. 350.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It fell, and about the Lammas time,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When husbandmen do win their hay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Earl Douglas is to the English woods,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And a' with him to fetch a prey.<!-- Page 178 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[Pg 178]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He has chosen the Lindsays light,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With them the gallant Gordons gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the Earl of Fyfe, withouten strife,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Sir Hugh Montgomery upon a grey.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They hae taken Northumberland,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sae hae they the North-shire,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the Otter-dale, they burnt it hale,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And set it a' into the fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A1_13" id="LNanchor_A1_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_A1_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Out then spack a bonny boy,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That serv'd ane o' Earl Douglas kin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Methinks I see an English host,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A-coming branken us upon."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"If this be true, my little boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An it be troth that thou tells me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The brawest bower in Otterburn<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This day shall be thy morning fee.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But if it be false, my little boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But and a lie that thou tells me,<!-- Page 179 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[Pg 179]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the highest tree that's in Otterburn<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With my awin hands I'll hing thee hie."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The boy's taen out his little penknife,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That hanget low down by his gare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he gae Earl Douglas a deadly wound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Alas, a deep wound and a sare!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Earl Douglas said to Sir Hugh Montgomery,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Tack thou the vanguard o' the three,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bury me at yon bracken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That stands upon yon lilly lee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Percy and Montgomery met,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And weel I wat they war na fain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They swapped swords, and they twa swat,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ay the blood ran down between.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Or else I vow I'll lay thee low;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Whom to shall I yield," said Earl Percy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Now that I see it maun be so?"<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O yield thee to yon braken bush,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That grows upon yon lilly lee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A1_43" id="LNanchor_A1_43"></a><a href="#Linenote_A1_43" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">For there lies aneth yon braken bush</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">What aft has conquer'd mae than thee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I winna yield to a braken bush,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor yet will I unto a brier;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I wald yield to Earl Douglas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or Sir Hugh Montgomery, if he was here."<!-- Page 180 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[Pg 180]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He stuck his sword's point in the ground,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Sir Hugh Montgomery was a courteous knight.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he quickly caught him by the hand.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This deed was done at Otterburn,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About the breaking o' the day;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Earl Douglas was buried at the braken bush,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Percy led captive away.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A1_13" id="Linenote_A1_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A1_13" title="link to line number">13</a>. At this place a recited copy, quoted by Finlay (<i>Scottish
Ballads</i>, I. p. xviii.), has the following stanzas:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then out an spak a little wee boy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he was near o' Percy's kin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Methinks I see the English host,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A-coming branking us upon;<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wi' nine waggons scaling wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And seven banners bearing high;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It wad do any living gude<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To see their bonny colours fly.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><a name="Linenote_A1_43" id="Linenote_A1_43"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A1_43" title="link to line number">43</a>, 44. Supplied by Motherwell from a recited copy.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_HARLAW" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_HARLAW"></a>THE BATTLE OF HARLAW.</h3>
<p class="center">From Ramsay's <i>Evergreen</i>, i. 78.</p>
<p>This battle took place at Harlaw, near Aberdeen, on the 24th of July,
1411. The conflict was occasioned by a dispute concerning the succession
to the earldom of Ross, between Donald, Lord of the Isles, and the son
of the Regent, Robert, Duke of Albany, whose claim was supported by
Alexander Stewart, Earl of Mar. The consequences of this battle were of
the highest importance, inasmuch as the wild Celts of the Highlands and
Islands received such a check that they never again combined for the
conquest of the civilized parts of Scotland.</p>
<p>The <i>Battle of Harlaw</i> is one of the old ballads whose titles occur in
the <i>Complaynt of Scotland</i> (1548). A bag-pipe tune of that name is
mentioned in Drummond of Hawthornden's mock-heroic poem, the <i>Polemo
Middinia</i>:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Interea ante alios dux Piper Laius heros,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Præcedens, magnamque gerens cum burdine pypam<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Incipit Harlai cunctis sonare Batellum."<br /></span>
<!-- Page 181 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[Pg 181]</a></span></div></div>
<p>Mr. Laing, in his <i>Early Metrical Tales</i> (p. xlv.) speaks of an edition
printed in the year 1668 as being "in the curious library of old Robert
Myln." No copy is now known to exist of a date anterior to that which
was published in Ramsay's <i>Evergreen</i>. Of the age of this copy the most
opposite opinions have been maintained, some regarding the ballad as
contemporary with the event, and others insinuating that Ramsay, or one
of his friends, is chargeable with the authorship. This last notion has
no other ground than the freedom which Ramsay notoriously took with his
texts, and that freedom has very likely been exercised in the present
case. We shall, perhaps, be going quite as far as is prudent, if we
acknowledge that this may be one of "the Scots poems wrote by the
ingenious before 1600." Most readers will agree with Lord Hailes that
the language is as recent as the days of Queen Mary, or of James the
Sixth. Sibbald, in his <i>Chronicle of Scottish Poetry</i>, iii. 288, has
stated other objections to receiving this ballad for ancient, which
seem, however, to be satisfactorily answered by Finlay, <i>Scottish
Ballads</i>, i. 160.</p>
<p>The copy of this ballad in <i>The Thistle of Scotland</i>, p. 75, is only
Ramsay's, imperfectly remembered, or, what is quite as probable, here
and there altered according to the taste of the illiterate editor. At
page 92 of the same book, three stanzas are given of a burlesque song on
this battle. A traditional ballad, recently recovered, is inserted <a href="#THE_BATTLE_OF_HARLAW_See_p_180">at
the end of this volume</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Frae Dunidier as I cam throuch,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Doun by the hill of Banochie,<!-- Page 182 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[Pg 182]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Allangst the lands of Garioch,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Grit pitie was to heir and se<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The noys and dulesum hermonie,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That evir that dreiry day did daw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cryand the corynoch on hie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Alas! alas! for the Harlaw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I marvlit quhat the matter meint,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All folks war in a fiery-fairy;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wist nocht quha was fae or freind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Zit quietly I did me carrie.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But sen the days of auld King Hairy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sic slauchter was not hard nor sene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And thair I had nae tyme to tairy,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For bissiness in Aberdene.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus as I walkit on the way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Inverury as I went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I met a man and bad him stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Requeisting him to mak me quaint<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of the beginning and the event,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That happenit thair at the Harlaw:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then he entreited me tak tent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he the truth sould to me schaw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Grit Donald of the Yles did claim<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto the lands of Ross sum richt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to the governour he came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Them for to haif, gif that he micht:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quha saw his interest was but slicht,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thairfore answerit with disdain;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He hastit hame baith day and nicht,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sent nae bodward back again.<!-- Page 183 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[Pg 183]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Donald richt impatient<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of that answer Duke Robert gaif,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He vowed to God Omnipotent,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">All the hale lands of Ross to haif,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or ells be graithed in his graif:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He wald not quat his richt for nocht,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor be abusit lyk a slaif;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That bargin sould be deirly bocht.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then haistylie he did command,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That all his weir-men should convene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ilk an well harnisit frae hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To meit and heir quhat he did mein:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He waxit wrath, and vowit tein,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sweirand he wald surpryse the North,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Subdew the brugh of Aberdene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mearns, Angus, and all Fyfe to Forth.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus with the weir-men of the Yles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quha war ay at his bidding bown,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With money maid, with forss and wyls,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Richt far and neir, baith up and doun,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throw mount and muir, frae town to town,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Allangst the lands of Ross he roars,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all obey'd at his bandown,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Evin frae the North to Suthren shoars.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then all the countrie men did zield;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For nae resistans durst they mak,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor offer battill in the feild,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be forss of arms to beir him bak.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Syne they resolvit all and spak,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That best it was for thair behoif,<!-- Page 184 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[Pg 184]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They sould him for thair chiftain tak,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Believing weil he did them luve.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then he a proclamation maid,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">All men to meet at Inverness,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Throw Murray land to mak a raid,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Frae Arthursyre unto Spey-ness.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And further mair, he sent express,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To schaw his collours and ensenzie,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To all and sindry, mair and less,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Throchout the bounds of Byne and Enzie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then throw fair Straithbogie land<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His purpose was for to pursew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And quhasoevir durst gainstand,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That race they should full sairly rew.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then he bad all his men be trew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And him defend by forss and slicht,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And promist them rewardis anew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mak them men of mekle micht.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Without resistans, as he said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throw all these parts he stoutly past,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhair sum war wae, and sum war glaid,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But Garioch was all agast.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throw all these feilds he sped him fast,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For sic a sicht was never sene;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then, forsuith, he langd at last<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To se the bruch of Aberdene.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To hinder this prowd enterprise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The stout and michty Erle of Marr<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all his men in arms did ryse,<!-- Page 185 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[Pg 185]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Even frae Curgarf to Craigyvar:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And down the syde of Don richt far,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Angus and Mearns did all convene<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To fecht, or Donald came sae nar<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The ryall bruch of Aberdene.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thus the martial Erle of Marr<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Marcht with his men in richt array;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Befoir the enemie was aware,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His banner bauldly did display.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For weil enewch they kend the way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all their semblance weil they saw:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without all dangir, or delay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come haistily to the Harlaw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With him the braif Lord Ogilvy,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Angus sheriff principall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The constabill of gude Dundè,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The vanguard led before them all.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Suppose in number they war small,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thay first richt bauldlie did pursew,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And maid thair faes befor them fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quha then that race did sairly rew.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then the worthy Lord Salton,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The strong undoubted Laird of Drum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The stalwart Laird of Lawristone,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With ilk thair forces, all and sum.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Panmuir with all his men did cum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The provost of braif Aberdene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With trumpets and with tuick of drum,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 186 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[Pg 186]</a></span><span class="i0">Came schortly in thair armour schene.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">These with the Earle of Marr came on,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the reir-ward richt orderlie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thair enemies to sett upon;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In awfull manner hardily,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Togither vowit to live and die,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since they had marchit mony mylis,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to suppress the tyrannie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of douted Donald of the Yles.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But he in number ten to ane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Richt subtilè alang did ryde,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With Malcomtosch and fell Maclean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With all thair power at thair syde;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Presumeand on thair strenth and pryde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without all feir or ony aw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Richt bauldie battill did abyde,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hard by the town of fair Harlaw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The armies met, the trumpet sounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The dandring drums alloud did touk,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Baith armies byding on the bounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till ane of them the feild sould bruik.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nae help was thairfor, nane wald jouk,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ferss was the fecht on ilka syde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on the ground lay mony a bouk<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of them that thair did battill byd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With doutsum victorie they dealt,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The bludy battil lastit lang;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each man his nibours forss thair felt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The weakest aft-tymes gat the wrang:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thair was nae mowis thair them amang,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 187 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[Pg 187]</a></span><span class="i0">Naithing was hard but heavy knocks,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That eccho mad a dulefull sang,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thairto resounding frae the rocks.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But Donalds men at last gaif back,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they war all out of array:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Earl of Marris men throw them brak,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pursewing shairply in thair way,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thair enemys to tak or slay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be dynt of forss to gar them yield;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quha war richt blyth to win away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sae for feirdness tint the feild.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Donald fled, and that full fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To mountains hich for all his micht;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he and his war all agast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ran till they war out of sicht;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And sae of Ross he lost his richt,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thocht mony men with hem he brocht;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Towards the Yles fled day and nicht,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all he wan was deirlie bocht.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This is (quod he) the richt report<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of all that I did heir and knaw;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thocht my discourse be sumthing schort,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tak this to be a richt suthe saw:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Contrairie God and the kings law,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thair was spilt mekle Christian blude,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into the battil of Harlaw:<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is the sum, sae I conclude.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But zit a bonny quhyle abyde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I sall mak thee cleirly ken<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhat slauchter was on ilkay syde,<!-- Page 188 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[Pg 188]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Lowland and of Highland men:<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quha for thair awin haif evir bene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">These lazie lowns micht weil be spaird,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Chessit lyke deirs into their dens,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gat thair waiges for reward.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Malcomtosh, of the clan heid cheif,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Macklean, with his grit hauchty heid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all thair succour and relief,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">War dulefully dung to the deid:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And now we are freid of thair feid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They will not lang to cum again;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thousands with them, without remeid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Donald's syd that day war slain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And on the uther syde war lost,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into the feild that dismal day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Chief men of worth, of mekle cost,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be lamentit sair for ay.<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Lord Saltoun of Rothemay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A man of micht and mekle main;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Grit dolour was for his decay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That sae unhappylie was slain.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of the best men amang them was<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The gracious gude Lord Ogilvy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sheriff principal of Angus,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Renownit for truth and equitie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For faith and magnanimitie:<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He had few fallows in the field,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Zet fell by fatall destinie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he nae ways wad grant to zield.<!-- Page 189 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[Pg 189]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir James Scrimgeor of Duddap, knicht,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Grit constabill of fair Dundè,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto the dulefull deith was dicht:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The kingis cheif banner man was he,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A valziant man of chevalrie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhais predecessors wan that place<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At Spey, with gude King William frie,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gainst Murray and Macduncans race.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gude Sir Allexander Irving,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The much renownit laird of Drum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nane in his days was bettir sene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhen they war semblit all and sum.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To praise him we sould not be dumm,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For valour, witt, and worthyness;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To end his days he ther did cum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhois ransom is remeidyless.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thair the knicht of Lawriston<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was slain into his armour schene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And gude Sir Robert Davidson,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quha provest was of Aberdene:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The knicht of Panmure, as was sene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A mortall man in armour bricht,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir Thomas Murray, stout and kene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Left to the warld thair last gude nicht.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thair was not sen King Keneths days<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sic strange intestine crewel stryf<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Scotland sene, as ilk man says,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhair mony liklie lost thair lyfe;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhilk maid divorce twene man and wyfe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mony childrene fatherless,<!-- Page 190 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[Pg 190]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhilk in this realme has bene full ryfe:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord help these lands, our wrangs redress.<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In July, on Saint James his even,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That four and twenty dismall day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Twelve hundred, ten score and eleven<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of zeirs sen Chryst, the suthe to say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Men will remember, as they may,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhen thus the veritie they knaw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And mony a ane may murn for ay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The brim battil of the Harlaw.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="KING_HENRIE_THE_FIFTHS_CONQUEST" id="KING_HENRIE_THE_FIFTHS_CONQUEST"></a>KING HENRIE THE FIFTH'S CONQUEST.</h3>
<p class="center"><i>Ancient Poems, Ballads, and Songs of the Peasantry of England.</i> Percy
Society, vol. xvii. p. 52.</p>
<p>"From the singing of the late Francis King, of Skipton in Craven, an
eccentric character, who was well known in the western dales of
Yorkshire as 'the Skipton Minstrel.' King's version does not contain the
third verse, which is obtained, as is also the title, from a modern
broadside, from whence also one or two verbal corrections are made, of
too trifling a nature to particularize. The tune to which King used to
sing it, is the same as that of <i>The Bold Pedlar and Robin Hood</i>."</p>
<p>Another ballad, much inferior in spirit to this, on the Battle of
Agincourt, is to be found in <i>The Crown Garland of Golden Roses</i> (ed.
1659), Percy Soc. vol.<!-- Page 191 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[Pg 191]</a></span> xv. p. 65. Percy inserted in the <i>Reliques</i>, ii.
26, a song on this battle. Another, quoted in Heywood's <i>Edward Fourth</i>,
and therefore popular before 1600, is printed in Mr. Collier's preface
to Shakespeare's <i>Henry Fifth</i> (new edition).</p>
<p>The story of the tennis-balls is adopted from the chronicles by
Shakespeare. "It is reported by some historians," says Hume, "that the
Dauphin, in derision of Henry's claims and dissolute character, sent him
a box of tennis-balls, intimating that mere implements of play were
better adapted to him than the instruments of war. But this story is by
no means credible; the great offers made by the court of France show
that they had already entertained a just idea of Henry's character, as
well as of their own situation." <i>History of England</i>, ch. xix.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As our king lay musing on his bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He bethought himself upon a time<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a tribute that was due from France,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had not been paid for so long a time.<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Down, a-down, a-down, a-down</i>,<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Down, a-down, a-down.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He callèd on his trusty page,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His trusty page then callèd he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O you must go to the king of France,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O you must go right speedilie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And tell him of my tribute due,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten ton of gold that's due to me,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he must send me my tribute home,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or in French land he soon will me see."<!-- Page 192 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[Pg 192]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O then away went the trusty page,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Away, away, and away went he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until he came to the king of France;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lo! he fell down on his bended knee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My master greets you, worthy Sire;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten ton of gold there is due, says he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">You must send him his tribute home,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or in French land you will soon him see."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Your master's young, and of tender years,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not fit to come into my degree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I will send him three tennis balls,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That with them learn to play may he."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O then away came the trusty page,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Away, and away, and away came he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Until he came to our gracious king;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lo! he fell down on his bended knee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"What news, what news, my trusty page,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What news, what news, hast thou brought to me?"<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I've brought such news from the king of France,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That you and he will ne'er agree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"He says you're young, and of tender years,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not fit to come into his degree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But he will send you three tennis balls,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That with them you may learn to play."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O then bespoke our noble king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A solemn vow then vowèd he;<!-- Page 193 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[Pg 193]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I'll promise him such tennis balls,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As in French lands he ne'er did see.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Go, call up Cheshire and Lancashire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Derby hills, that are so free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not a married man, nor a widow's son,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the widow's cry shall not go with me."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They called up Cheshire and Lancashire,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Derby lads that were so free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not a married man, nor a widow's son,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet they were a jovial bold companie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">O then he sailed to fair French land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With drums and trumpets so merrilie;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">O then bespoke the king of France,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Yonder comes proud king Henrie."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The first fire that the Frenchmen gave,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They killed our Englishmen so free;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We killed ten thousand of the French,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the rest of them they were forced to flee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then we marched to Paris gates,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With drums and trumpets so merrilie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O then bespoke the king of France,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Lord have mercy on my poor men and me!<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Go! tell him I'll send home his tribute due,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ten ton of gold that is due from me;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the fairest flower that is in our French land<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the Rose of England it shall go free."<br /></span>
<!-- Page 194 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[Pg 194]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="JANE_SHORE" id="JANE_SHORE"></a>JANE SHORE.</h3>
<p>The story and character of Jane Shore can best be read in a charmingly
written passage of Sir Thomas More's <i>History of Edward Fifth</i>, quoted
in Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii. 268. The ballad adheres to matter of fact
with a fidelity very uncommon. In Drayton's <i>England's Heroical
Epistles</i> is one from Jane Shore to King Edward, and in the notes he
thus gives her portrait: "Her stature was meane, her haire of a dark
yellow, her face round and full, her eye gray, delicate harmony being
betwixt each part's proportion, and each proportion's colour, her body
fat, white, and smooth, her countenance cheerfull and like to her
condition." (Cited by Percy.)</p>
<p>This ballad is taken from the Collection of 1723, vol. i. p. 145. The
full title is: <i>The Woeful Lamentation of Jane Shore, a Goldsmith's Wife
in London, sometime King Edward the Fourth's Concubine</i>. The same
version, with trifling variations, is found in Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii.
274, and Ritson's <i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 128. In the <i>Garland of Good
Will</i> there is another piece on the same subject, (Percy Society, vol.
xxx. p. 9, <i>The Lamentation of Shore's Wife</i>,) and in the Collection of
1723, a burlesque song, called <i>King Edward and Jane Shore</i> (vol. i. p.
153).</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If Rosamond, that was so fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had cause her sorrow to declare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then let Jane Shore with sorrow sing,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That was beloved of a king.<!-- Page 195 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[Pg 195]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i4">Then, wanton wives, in time amend,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For love and beauty will have end.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In maiden years my beauty bright<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was loved dear by lord and knight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet the love that they requir'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It was not as my friends desir'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My parents they, for thirst of gain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A husband for me did obtain;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I, their pleasure to fulfil,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was forc'd to wed against my will.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To Matthew Shore I was a wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till lust brought ruin to my life;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then my life I lewdly spent,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which makes my soul for to lament.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Lombard-street I once did dwell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As London yet can witness well;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where many gallants did behold<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My beauty in a shop of gold.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I spread my plumes, as wantons do,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some sweet and secret friende to wooe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Because my love I did not find<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Agreeing to my wanton mind.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At last my name in court did ring<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into the ears of England's king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who came and lik'd, and love requir'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But I made coy what he desir'd.<!-- Page 196 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[Pg 196]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet Mistress Blague, a neighbour near,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose friendship I esteemed dear,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did say, "It is a gallant thing<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be beloved of a king."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">By her perswasions I was led<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For to defile my marriage-bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And wronge my wedded husband Shore,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom I had lov'd ten years before.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In heart and mind I did rejoyce,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I had made so sweet a choice;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And therefore did my state resign,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be King Edward's concubine.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From city then to court I went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To reap the pleasures of content;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There had the joys that love could bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And knew the secrets of a king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When I was thus advanc'd on high,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Commanding Edward with mine eye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Mistress Blague I in short space<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Obtain'd a living from his Grace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">No friend I had, but in short time<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I made unto promotion climb;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet for all this costly pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My husbande could not me abide.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His bed, tho' wronged by a king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His heart with deadly grief did sting;<!-- Page 197 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[Pg 197]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">From England then he goes away<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To end his life <a name="LNanchor_A4_56" id="LNanchor_A4_56"></a><a href="#Linenote_A4_56" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">beyond</a> the sea.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He could not live to see his name<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Impaired by my wanton shame;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Altho' a prince of peerless might<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did reap the pleasure of his right.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Long time I lived in the court,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With lords and ladies of great sort;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when I smil'd, all men were glad,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when I mourn'd, my prince grew sad.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But yet an honest mind I bore<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To helpless people, that were poor;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I still redress'd the orphan's cry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sav'd their lives condemn'd to dye.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I still had ruth on widows tears,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I succour'd babes of tender years;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And never look'd for other gain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But love and thanks, for all my pain.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At last my royal king did dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then my days of woe grew nigh;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When crook-back'd Richard got the crown,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Edward's friends were soon put down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I then was punish'd for my sin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That I so long had lived in;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yea, every one that was his friend,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 198 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[Pg 198]</a></span><span class="i0">This tyrant brought to shameful end.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then for my <a name="LNanchor_A4_81" id="LNanchor_A4_81"></a><a href="#Linenote_A4_81" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">lewd</a> and wanton life,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That made a strumpet of a wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I penance did in Lombard-street,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In shameful manner in a sheet:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where many thousands did me view,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who late in court my credit knew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which made the tears run down my face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To think upon my foul disgrace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Not thus content, they took from mee<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My goods, my livings, and my fee,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And charg'd that none should me relieve,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor any succour to me give.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then unto Mistress Blague I went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whom my jewels I had sent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In hope thereby to ease my want,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">When riches fail'd, and love grew scant.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But she deny'd to me the same,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When in my need for them I came;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To recompence my former love,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of her doors she did me shove.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So love did vanish with my state,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which now my soul repents too late;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore example take by me,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For friendship parts in poverty.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But yet one friend among the rest,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whom I before had seen distress'd,<!-- Page 199 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[Pg 199]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sav'd his life, condemn'd to dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did give me food to succour me:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For which, by law it was decreed<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he was hanged for that deed;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His death did grieve me so much more,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than had I dy'd myself therefore.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then those to whom I had done good<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Durst not <a name="LNanchor_A4_114" id="LNanchor_A4_114"></a><a href="#Linenote_A4_114" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">afford</a> mee any food;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereby in vain I begg'd all day,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And still in streets by night I lay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">My gowns beset with pearl and gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were turn'd to simple garments old;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My chains and jems and golden rings,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To filthy rags and loathsome things.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus was I scorn'd of maid and wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For leading such a wicked life;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Both sucking babes and children small,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did make a pastime at my fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I could not get one bit of bread,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereby my hunger might be fed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor drink, but such as channels yield,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or stinking ditches in the field.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus, weary of my life, at length<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I yielded up my vital strength,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within a ditch of loathsome scent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where carrion dogs do much frequent:<!-- Page 200 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[Pg 200]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The which now since my dying day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A4_134" id="LNanchor_A4_134"></a><a href="#Linenote_A4_134" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Is Shoreditch call'd, as writers say;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which is a witness of my sin,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For being concubine to a king.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You wanton wives, that fall to lust,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be you assur'd that God is just;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whoredom shall not escape his hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor pride unpunish'd in this land.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If God to me such shame did bring,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That yielded only to a king,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How shall they scape that daily run<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To practise sin with every man?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">You husbands, match not but for love,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lest some disliking after prove;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Women, be warn'd when you are wives,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What plagues are due to sinful lives:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Then, maids and wives, in time amend,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For love and beauty will have end.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A4_56" id="Linenote_A4_56"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A4_56" title="link to line number">56</a>. upon.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A4_81" id="Linenote_A4_81"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A4_81" title="link to line number">81</a>. rude.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A4_114" id="Linenote_A4_114"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A4_114" title="link to line number">114</a>. restore.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A4_134" id="Linenote_A4_134"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A4_134" title="link to line number">134</a>. But it had this name long before; being so called from
its being a common sewer (vulgarly shore) or drain.—<span class="smcap">Percy.</span></p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 201 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[Pg 201]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="A_TRUE_RELATION_OE_THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_ANDREW_BARTON_A_PYRATE_AND" id="A_TRUE_RELATION_OE_THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_SIR_ANDREW_BARTON_A_PYRATE_AND"></a>A TRUE RELATION OE THE LIFE AND DEATH OF SIR ANDREW BARTON, A PYRATE AND
ROVER ON THE SEAS.</h3>
<p>This copy of <i>Sir Andrew Barton</i> is to be found in <i>Old Ballads</i> (1723)
vol. i. 159, Ritson's <i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 204, Moore's <i>Pictorial Book
of Ancient Ballad Poetry</i>, p. 256, and <i>Early Naval Ballads of England</i>,
Percy Society, vol. ii. p. 4, with only exceedingly trifling variations.
We have followed the last, where the ballad is given from a black-letter
copy in the British Museum, "printed by and for W. O., and sold by the
booksellers."</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Flora with her fragrant flowers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bedeckt the earth so trim and gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Neptune with his dainty showers,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Came to present the month of May,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Henry would a-hunting ride;<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Over the river Thames passed he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto a mountain-top also<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did walk, some pleasure for to see.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where forty merchants he espy'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With fifty sail came towards him,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who then no sooner were arriv'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But on their knees did thus complain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"An't please your grace, we cannot sail<!-- Page 202 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[Pg 202]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To France no voyage to be sure,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Sir Andrew Barton makes us quail,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And robs us of our marchant ware."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Vext was the king, and turning him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Said to the lords of high degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Have I ne'er a lord within my realm,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dare fetch that traytor unto me?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To him reply'd Charles Lord Howard,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I will, my liege, with heart and hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If it will please you grant me leave," he said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I will perform what you command."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To him then spoke King Henry,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I fear, my lord, you are too young."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"No whit at all, my liege," quoth he;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I hope to prove in valour strong.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Scotch knight I vow to seek,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In what place soever he be,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bring ashore with all his might,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or into Scotland he shall carry me."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"A hundred men," the king then said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Out of my realm shall chosen be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Besides sailors and ship-boys,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To guide a great ship on the sea.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bowmen and gunners of good skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shall for this service chosen be,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they at thy command and will<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all affairs shall wait on thee."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord Howard call'd a gunner then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who was the best in all the realm,<!-- Page 203 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[Pg 203]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His age was threescore years and ten,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Peter Simon was his name.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My lord call'd then a bow-man rare,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose active hands had gained fame<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A gentleman born in Yorkshire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And William Horsely was his name.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Horsely!" quoth he, "I must to sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To seek a traytor, with good speed:<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a hundred bow-men brave," quoth he,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I have chosen thee to be the head."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"If you, my lord, have chosen me<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of a hundred men to be the head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon the mainmast I'll hanged be,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">If twelve-score I miss one shilling's breadth."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lord Howard then of courage bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Went to the sea with pleasant cheer,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not curbed with winter's piercing cold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Tho' it was the stormy time of year.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not long had he been on sea,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">More in days than number three,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But one Henry Hunt then he espy'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A merchant of Newcastle was he.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To him Lord Howard call'd out amain,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And strictly charged him to stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Demanding then from whence he came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or where he did intend to land.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The merchant then made answer soon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With heavy heart and careful mind,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"My lord, my ship it doth belong<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto New-castle upon Tine."<!-- Page 204 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[Pg 204]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Canst thou show me," the lord did say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"As thou didst sail by day and night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A Scottish rover on the sea,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His name is Andrew Barton, knight?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then the merchant sighed and said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With grieved mind and well-a-way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"But over well I know that wight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I was his prisoner yesterday.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"As I, my lord, did sail from France,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A Burdeaue voyage to take so far,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I met with Sir Andrew Barton thence,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who robb'd me of my merchant ware.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And mickle debts God knows I owe,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And every man doth crave his own;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I am bound to London now,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of our gracious king to beg a boon."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Show me him," said Lord Howard then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Let me once the villain see,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And every penny he hath from thee ta'en,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'll double the same with shillings three."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Now, God forbid," the merchant said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I fear your aim that you will miss;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">God bless you from his tyranny,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For little you think what man he is.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"He is brass within and steel without,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His ship most huge and mighty strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With eighteen pieces of ordinance,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He carrieth on each side along.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With beams for his top-castle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As also being huge and high,<!-- Page 205 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[Pg 205]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That neither English nor Portugal<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Can Sir Andrew Barton pass by."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Hard news thou shewst," then said the lord,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"To welcome stranger to the sea;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But as I said, I'll bring him aboard,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or into Scotland he shall carry me."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The merchant said, "If thou will do so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Take councel, then, I pray withal:<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let no man to his top-castle go,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor strive to let his beams downfall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Lend me seven pieces of ordnance then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of each side of my ship," said he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"And to-morrow, my Lord,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Again I will your honour see.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A glass I set as may be seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whether you sail by day or night;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to-morrow, be sure before seven,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">You shall see Sir Andrew Barton, knight."<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The merchant set my lord a glass,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So well apparent in his sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That on the morrow, as his promise was,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He saw Sir Andrew Barton, knight:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lord then swore a mighty oath,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Now by the heavens that be of might,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By faith, believe me, and my troth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I think he is a worthy knight."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A5_129" id="LNanchor_A5_129"></a><a href="#Linenote_A5_129" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">"Fetch me my lyon out of hand,"</a><br /></span>
<!-- Page 206 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[Pg 206]</a></span><span class="i2">Saith the lord, "with rose and streamer high;<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Set up withal a willow-wand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That merchant like, I may pass by:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on anchor rise so high;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No top-sail at last he cast,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But as a foe did him defie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir Andrew Barton seeing him<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus scornfully to pass by,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As tho' he cared not a pin<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For him and his company;<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then called he his men amain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Fetch back yon pedlar now," quoth he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"And ere this way he comes again,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'll teach him well his courtesie."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A piece of ordnance soon was shot<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">By this proud pirate fiercely then,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into Lord Howard's middle deck,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which cruel shot killed fourteen men.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He called then Peter Simon, he:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Look how thy word do stand instead,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thou shall be hanged on main-mast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou miss twelve score one penny breadth."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Peter Simon gave a shot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which did Sir Andrew mickle scare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In at his deck it came so hot,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Killed fifteen of his men of war.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Alas," then said the pirate stout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I am in danger now I see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This is some lord, I greatly fear,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 207 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[Pg 207]</a></span><span class="i2">That is set on to conquer me."<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Henry Hunt, with rigour hot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Came bravely on the other side,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who likewise shot in at his deck,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And killed fifty of his men beside.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then "Out alas," Sir Andrew cryd,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"What may a man now think or say!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yon merchant thief that pierceth me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He was my prisoner yesterday."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then did he on Gordion call<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto the top castle for to go,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bid his beams he should let fall,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For he greatly fear'd an overthrow.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lord call'd Horsely now in haste:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Look that thy word stand in stead,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thou shall be hanged on main mast,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou miss twelve score a shilling's breadth."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then up [the] mast tree swerved he,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This stout and mighty Gordion;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Horsely he most happily<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Shot him under his collar-bone:<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then call'd he on his nephew then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Said, "Sister's son, I have no mo,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Three hundred pound I will give thee,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou will to top-castle go."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then stoutly he began to climb,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">From off the mast scorn'd to depart;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Horsely soon prevented him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And deadly pierced him to the heart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His men being slain, then up amain<br /></span>
<!-- Page 208 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[Pg 208]</a></span><span class="i2">Did this proud pirate climb with speed,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For armour of proof he had on,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And did not dint of arrows dread.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Come hither, Horseley," said the lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"See thou thy arrows aim aright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Great means to thee I will afford,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And if thou speedst, I'll make thee knight."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sir Andrew did climb up the tree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With right good will and all his main;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then upon the breast hit Horsley he,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till the arrow did return again.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Horsley spied a private place,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a perfect eye, in a secret part;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His arrow swiftly flew apace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And smote Sir Andrew to the heart.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Fight on, fight on, my merry men all,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A little I am hurt, yet not slain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'll but lie down and bleed awhile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And come and fight with you again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And do not," said he, "fear English rogues,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of your foes stand not in awe,<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But stand fast by St. Andrew's crosse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Until you hear my whistle blow."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They never heard this whistle blow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which made them all full sore afraid.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Horsely said, "My Lord, aboard,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For now Sir Andrew Barton's dead."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus boarded they his gallant ship,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With right good will and all their main;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Eighteen score Scots alive in it,<!-- Page 209 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[Pg 209]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Besides as many more was slain.<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lord went where Sir Andrew lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And quickly thence cut off his head;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I should forsake England many a day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If thou wert alive as thou art dead."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus from the wars Lord Howard came,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With mickle joy and triumphing;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pirate's head he brought along<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to present unto our king:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who haply unto him did say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before he well knew what was done,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Where is the knight and pirate gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That I myself may give the doom?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"You may thank God," then said the lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"And four men in the ship," quoth he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"That we are safely come ashore,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sith you never had such an enemy;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That is Henry Hunt, and Peter Simon,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">William Horsely, and <a name="LNanchor_A5_238" id="LNanchor_A5_238"></a><a href="#Linenote_A5_238" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Peter's son;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore reward them for their pains,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they did service at their turn."<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To the merchant therefore the King he said,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"In lieu of what he hath from thee tane,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I give thee a noble a-day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sir Andrew's whistle and his chain:<br /></span>
<!-- Page 210 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[Pg 210]</a></span><span class="i0">To Peter Simon a crown a-day,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And half-a-crown a-day to Peter's son,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And that was for a shot so gay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which bravely brought Sir Andrew down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Horsely, I will make thee a knight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in Yorkshire thou shalt dwell:<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord Howard shall Earl Bury hight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For this act he deserveth well.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ninety pound to our Englishmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who in this fight did stoutly stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And twelve-pence a-day to the Scots, till they<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Come to my brother king's high land."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A5_129" id="Linenote_A5_129"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A5_129" title="link to line number">129-136</a>. In some copies this stanza is wrongly placed after
the next.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A5_238" id="Linenote_A5_238"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A5_238" title="link to line number">238</a>. The services of Peter's son, not mentioned in this
ballad, are duly recorded in the older, unabridged copy. See <a href="#LNanchor_6-2_53">v. 53-56,
on p. 64</a>.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_CORICHIE_ON_THE_HILL_OF_FAIR_FOUGHT_OCT_28_1562" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_CORICHIE_ON_THE_HILL_OF_FAIR_FOUGHT_OCT_28_1562"></a>THE BATTLE OF CORICHIE ON THE HILL OF FAIR, FOUGHT OCT. 28, 1562.</h3>
<p class="center">From Evans's <i>Old Ballads</i>, iii. 132.</p>
<p>The favor shown by Queen Mary to her brother Lord James Stuart, on her
first coming to Scotland, excited a violent jealousy in Gordon, Earl of
Huntly, who, as a Catholic, and the head of a loyal and powerful family
in the North, expected no slight distinction from his sovereign. This
jealousy broke out into open hostility when the Queen, in 1562,
conferred on her brother the earldom of Murray, the honors and revenues
of which had been enjoyed by Huntly since 1548. Mary was at this time on
a progress in the northern part of her kingdom, attended by the new earl
and a small escort. Huntly collected his<!-- Page 211 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[Pg 211]</a></span> vassals and posted himself at
a place called the Fair Bank, or Corichie, near Aberdeen. Murray having
increased his forces by seven or eight hundred of the Forbeses and
Leslies, who, although attached to the Huntly faction, dared not disobey
the Queen's summons, marched to the attack. As little confidence could
be placed in the good faith of the northern recruits, he ordered them to
begin the battle. In obedience to this command, they advanced against
the enemy, but instantly recoiled and retreated in a pretended panic on
Murray's reserve, followed by the Gordons in disorder. The Queen's party
received both the flying and the pursuers with an impenetrable front of
lances. Huntly was repulsed, and the other northern clans, seeing how
the victory was going, turned their swords upon their friends. Many of
the Gordons were slain, and the Earl, who was old and fat, being thrown
from his horse, was smothered in the retreat. His sons John and Adam
were taken prisoners, and the former was put to death at Aberdeen the
day after the battle.</p>
<p>The following ballad, it will be perceived, is utterly at variance with
the facts of history. It was first printed in Evans's <i>Old Ballads</i>, and
is said to be the composition of one Forbes, schoolmaster at
Mary-Culter, on Dee-side. The dialect is broad Aberdeen.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Murn ye heighlands, and murn ye leighlands,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I trow ye hae meikle need;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thi bonny burn o' Corichie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His run this day wi' bleid.<!-- Page 212 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[Pg 212]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A6_5" id="LNanchor_A6_5"></a><a href="#Linenote_A6_5" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Thi</a> hopefu' laird o' Finliter,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Erle Huntly's gallant son,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For thi love hi bare our beauteous quine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His gar't fair Scotland mone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Hi his braken his ward in Aberdene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Throu dreid o' thi fause Murry,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And his gather't the gentle Gordone clan,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' his father, auld Huntly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fain wid he tak our bonny guide quine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' beare hir awa' wi' him;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Murry's slee wyles spoil't a' thi sport,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' reft him o' lyfe and lim.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Murry gar 't rayse thi tardy Merns men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' Angis, an' mony ane mair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Erle Morton, and the Byres Lord Linsay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' campit at thi hill o' Fare.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Erle Huntlie came wi' Haddo Gordone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' countit ane thusan men;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Murry had abien twal hunder,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' sax score horsemen and ten.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They soundit thi bougills an' the trumpits,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' marchit on in brave array,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till the spiers an' the axis forgatherit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' than did begin thi fray.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thi Gordones sae fercelie did fecht it,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 213 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[Pg 213]</a></span><span class="i2">Withouten terrer or dreid,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That mony o' Murry's men lay gaspin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' dyit thi grund wi theire bleid.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then fause Murry feingit to flee them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' they pursuit at his backe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whan thi haf o' thi Gordones desertit,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' turnit wi' Murray in a crack.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Wi hether i' thir bonnits they turnit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The traiter Haddo o' their heid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">An' slaid theire brithers an' their fatheris,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' spoilit an' left them for deid.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Murry cried to tak thi auld Gordone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' mony ane ran wi' speid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Stuart o' Inchbraik had him stickit,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' out gushit thi fat lurdane's bleid.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then they teuke his twa sones quick an' hale,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' bare them awa' to Aberdene;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But fair did our guide quine lament<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thi waeful chance that they were tane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Erle Murry lost mony a gallant stout man;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thi hopefu' laird o' Thornitune,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pittera's sons, an Egli's far fearit laird,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An mair to mi unkend, fell doune.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Erle Huntly mist ten score o' his bra' men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sum o' heigh an' sum o' leigh degree;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Skeenis youngest son, thi pryde o' a' the clan,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 214 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[Pg 214]</a></span><span class="i2">Was ther fun' dead, he widna flee.<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This bloody fecht wis fercely faucht<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Octobri's aught an' twinty day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Crystis' fyfteen hundred thriscore yeir<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An' twa will merk thi deidlie fray.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But now the day maist waefu' came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That day the quine did grite her fill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For Huntly's gallant stalwart son,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wis heidit on thi heidin hill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Fyve noble Gordones wi' him hangit were<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon thi samen fatal playne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Crule Murry gar't thi waefu' quine luke out,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And see hir lover an' liges slayne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I wis our quine had better frinds,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wis our country better peice;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wis our lords wid na' discord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I wis our weirs at hame may ceise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A6_5" id="Linenote_A6_5"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A6_5" title="link to line number">5</a>. This.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_BALRINNES" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_BALRINNES"></a>THE BATTLE OF BALRINNES,</h3>
<h4>(OTHERWISE CALLED THE BATTLE OF GLENLIVET.)</h4>
<p>When Philip the Second was preparing his Armada for the conquest of
England, he spared no pains to induce James of Scotland to favor his
enterprise. Elizabeth, on her part, was not less active to secure the
friendship of a neighbor, who, by opening or closing his ports, might do
so much to assist or to counteract the projects of her enemy. James had
the<!-- Page 215 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[Pg 215]</a></span> wisdom to see that it was not for his interest to ally himself with
a power that sought the extinction of the faith which he professed, and
the subjugation of a kingdom to which he was the heir. The Spanish
overtures were rejected, and the great body of the people, warmly
applauding the king's decision, entered into a combination to resist an
attempt to land at any point on the Scottish coast. There was,
nevertheless, a small party in Scotland which favoured the designs of
Philip. At the head of this faction were the Catholic Earls of Huntly,
Errol, and Angus. Even after the dispersion of the Armada, they kept up
negotiations with the Prince of Parma and the King of Spain, in the hope
of restoring the ancient religion, or at least of obtaining for
themselves an equality of privileges with the Protestants. More than
once were the leaders of this party committed to prison for overt acts
of treason, and released by the clemency of the sovereign, but suffering
as the Romanists did under the oppression of a fanatical majority,
rebellion was their natural condition.</p>
<p>After various acts of insubordination, continued for a series of years,
it was proved beyond question that the Catholic earls had signed papers
for an invasion of Britain by 30,000 foreigners. A Convention of
Estates, summoned to consider the affair, finally determined that the
three earls should be exempt from further inquiry on account of this
conspiracy, but that before the first day of February, 1594, they should
either renounce the errors of Popery, or remove from the kingdom. The
Catholic leaders, relying on the number of their supporters, and not
less on the inaccessible nature of the country in which their estates<!-- Page 216 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[Pg 216]</a></span>
lay, scornfully rejected the choice proposed to them, renewed their
connections with Spain, and were accordingly declared guilty of high
treason and subjected to the doom of forfeiture.</p>
<p>King James's exchequer was at this time so low that it was impossible
for him to undertake the enforcing of this sentence in person. He was
obliged to delegate the office to the young Earl of Argyle, who was
induced to accept the appointment by the promise of a portion of
Huntly's forfeited estates. The prospect of booty and the authority of
the chief of the Campbells drew together six or seven thousand
Highlanders, to whom were joined some hundreds of men from the Western
Islands, under the chief of Maclean. With this body, one fourth of whom
carried firelocks, while the rest were armed after the Gaelic fashion,
Argyle descended from the hills towards Huntly's castle of Strathbogie.</p>
<p>The chief of the Gordons, suddenly assailed, had no time to procure
assistance from Angus. He collected about a thousand gentlemen of his
own name, and Errol came to his aid with two or three hundred of the
Hays. All these were men of birth, well armed and mounted, and to this
small, but powerful, troop of cavalry, was added a train of six field
pieces (engines very terrible to Highlanders), under the management of
an excellent soldier, the very same Captain Ker, who has figured already
in the ballad of <i>Edom o' Gordon</i>.</p>
<p>The armies encountered at a place called Belrinnes in a district called
Glenlivet. The Highlanders were posted on a mountain-side, so steep that
footmen could barely keep their hold. Notwithstanding this obstacle,<!-- Page 217 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[Pg 217]</a></span>
the Earls determined to attempt the ascent, and Errol, supported by Sir
Patrick Gordon, led the Hays up the hill in the very face of the foe.
While the vanguard was advancing, Ker brought some of his artillery to
bear on Argyle's front, which threw the Highlanders into confusion, and
caused some of them to fly. Errol's horsemen, however, were soon forced
by the steepness of the mountain to wheel and move obliquely, and their
flank being thus exposed, their horses suffered considerable damage from
a volley of bullets and arrows. Upon this Huntly made a fierce attack
upon Argyle's centre, and bore down his banner, and his cavalry soon
after attaining to more even ground, where their horses could operate
with efficiency, the Highlanders, who were destitute of lances, and so
unable to withstand the shock, were driven down the other side of the
hill, and put to utter rout. The chief of Maclean alone withstood the
assault of the horsemen, and performed marvellous feats of bravery, but
was at last forced off the field by his own soldiers, and Argyle himself
was compelled to fly, weeping with anger. Of the Catholics, Sir Patrick
Gordon, Huntley's uncle, was slain, with only twelve others. The loss of
the other party was several hundred soldiers, besides some men of note,
among them Campbell of Lochinzell.</p>
<p>This battle was fought on the third of October, 1594. The action is
called the Battle of Glenlivet, or of Balrinnes, and also of
Strath-aven.—See the 38th chapter of Sir W. Scott's <i>History of
Scotland</i>, and the contemporary narrative in Dalzell's <i>Scotish Poems of
the Sixteenth Century</i>, i. 136.</p>
<p>The ballad which follows is taken from the publica<!-- Page 218 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[Pg 218]</a></span>tion of Dalzell just
mentioned, vol. ii. p. 347. There is a copy in the Pepys Collection, and
another in the Advocates' Library, printed at Edinburgh in 1681. The
ballad is also printed, undoubtedly from a stall copy, in <i>Scarce
Ancient Ballads</i>, p. 29. The first four stanzas had previously been
given in Jamieson's <i>Popular Ballads</i>, ii. 144. The older version of
Dalzell is somewhat defective, and abounds in errors, which, as well as
the vitiated orthography, are attributed to the ignorance of an English
transcriber. The omissions are here supplied in the margin from the
other copies.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Betuixt Dunother and Aberdein,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I rais and tuik the way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beleiuing weill it had not beine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nought halff ane hour to day.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lift was clad with cloudis gray,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And owermaskit was the moone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhilk me deceaued whair I lay,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And maid me ryss ouer soone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On Towie Mounth I mett a man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Weill grathed in his gear:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quoth I, "Quhat neues?" then he begane<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To tell a fitt of warre.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_13" id="LNanchor_A7_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Quoth he, "Of lait I heir,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ane bloodie broust there was brouine,<!-- Page 219 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[Pg 219]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Zesterday, withouten moir,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upone ane hill at Strathdoune."<br /></span>
</div>
<hr style="width: 45%;" />
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then I, as any man wold be,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Desyrous for to know<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mair of that taill he told to me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The quhilk he said he sawe—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be then the day began to daw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And back with him I red;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then he began the soothe to schaw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on this wayis he said.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Macallenmore cam from the wast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With many a bow and brand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To wast the Rinnes he thought best,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Earll of Huntlies <a name="LNanchor_A7_36" id="LNanchor_A7_36"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_36" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">land</a>.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He swore that none should him gainestand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except that he war fay;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bot all sould be at his comand<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That dwelt be northen Tay.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Huntlie, for to prevent that perrill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Directit hastilie<!-- Page 220 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_220" id="Page_220">[Pg 220]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto the noble Erll of Erroll,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Besought him for supplie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quha said, "It is my deutie<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For to giue Huntlie support;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For if he lossis Strabolgie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My Slaines will be ill hurt.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thairfoir I hald the subject vaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wold rave us of our right;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">First sall one of us be slaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The uther tak the flight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Suppose Argyll be muche of might,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Be force of Heigheland men;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We's be a motte into his sight,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or he pas hame againe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Be blaithe, my mirrie men, be blaithe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Argyll sall have the worse,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Give he into this countrie kaithe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I houpe in God[i]s cross."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then leap this lord upon his horss,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ane warrlyk troupe at Torray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To meit with Huntlie and his force,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They ryde to Elgine of Murray.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The samen night thir lordis meit;<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For utheris, who thought long,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">(To tell zow all, I haue forgot)<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The mirthe was them amonge.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then playeris played, and songsters song,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To gled the mirrie host,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quho feared not thair foes strong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Nor zet Argylles boste.<!-- Page 221 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_221" id="Page_221">[Pg 221]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They for two dayes wold not remove,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bot blaithlie dranck the wyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Some to his lass, some to his loue,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some to his ladeis fyne.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And he that thought not for to blyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His mistres tockin tackes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They kist it first, and set it syne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upone thair helmes and jackes.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They past thair tyme right wantonly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhill word cam at ye last,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Argyll, with ane great armie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Approached wondrous fast.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then [out] of the toune thir barrones past,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Huntlie to them said,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Good gentillmen, we will us cast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Strathbolgie but <a name="LNanchor_A7_88" id="LNanchor_A7_88"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_88" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">bed</a>."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_89" id="LNanchor_A7_89"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_89" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Quhen they unto Strathbolgie came</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To that castell but dreid,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then to forsee how thingis might <a name="LNanchor_A7_91" id="LNanchor_A7_91"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_91" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">frame</a>,<!-- Page 222 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_222" id="Page_222">[Pg 222]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they had meikle neid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They woned them unto the dead,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As kirkmen could devys;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Syne prayed to God that they might speed<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Off thair guid enterpryse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then evirie man himself did arme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To meit Mackallanmorne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto Strathdoune quho did great harme<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Wednesday beforne.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">As lyounes does poore lambes devoure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With bloodie teethe and naillis,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They burnt the biggingis, tuik the store,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Syne slewe the peopillis sellis.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besyd all this hie crueltie,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He said, ere he should ceass,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The standing stonnes of Strathbolgie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Schould be his palione place.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bot Huntlie said, "With Godis grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">First we sall fight them ones;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Perchance that they may tak the chess,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ere they come to the stonnes."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thir lordis keipt on at afternoone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With all thair warrmen wight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then sped up to Cabrach sone,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whair they bed all that night.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upone the morne, quhen day was light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They rose and maid them boune<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Intill ane castell that stood on hight,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 223 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_223" id="Page_223">[Pg 223]</a></span><span class="i2">They call it Auchindoune.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Besyd that castell, on a croft,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They stended pallionis ther;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then spak a man that had bein oft<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In jeopardie of warr:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"My lord, zour foes they ar to fear,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thoughe we war neuir so stoute;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thairfoir comand some man of warre<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To watche the rest about."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Be this was done, some gentillmen<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of noble kin and blood,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To counsell with thir lordis begane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of matteris to concluide:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For weill aneughe they understood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The matter was of weght,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They had so manie men of good<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">In battell for to fight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The firstin man in counsall spak,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Good Errol it was he;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who sayis, "I will the vaneguard tack<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And leiding upone me.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">My Lord Huntlie, come succour me,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When ze sie me opprest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For fra the feild I will not flie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So long as I may last."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thair at some Gordones waxed wraithe,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And said he did them wrong;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To lat this lord then they warre leath<br /></span>
<span class="i2">First to [the] battell gange.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_149" id="LNanchor_A7_149"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_149" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The meiting that was them amonge,</a><!-- Page 224 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_224" id="Page_224">[Pg 224]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was no man that it hard,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bot Huntlie, with ane troupe full stronge,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bed into the reir guarde.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thir wer the number of thair force<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thir lordis to battell led:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ane thousand gentillmen on horss,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And some fotemen they had;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thrie hundreth that schot arrowes bred,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Four scorr that hagbutis bore:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thir war the number that they had<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of footmen with them suire.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_161" id="LNanchor_A7_161"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_161" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">This worthy chevalrie</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">All merchand to the field;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Argyll, with ane great armie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upone ane hill had tane beild,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Aboyding them [with] <a name="LNanchor_A7_165" id="LNanchor_A7_165"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_165" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">speare and scheild</a>,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With bullettis, dartis, and bowes;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The men could <a name="LNanchor_A7_167" id="LNanchor_A7_167"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_167" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">weill thair wapones weild</a>;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To meit them was no mowes.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they so near uther war come,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ilk man saw his foe,<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Goe to, and assay the gaime," said some;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bot Capitane Ker said, "No:<!-- Page 225 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_225" id="Page_225">[Pg 225]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">First lat the gunes befoir us goe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they may break the order":<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quoth both the lordis, "Lat it be so,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or euer we goe forder."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Androw Gray, upone ane horss,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Betuixt the battillis red;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Makand the signe of holy cross,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>In <a name="LNanchor_A7_180" id="LNanchor_A7_180"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_180" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">manus</a> tuas</i> he said.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He lighted thair [the] gunes to led,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhill they cam to the rest;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Capitane Ker unto him sped,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bad him shuit in haist.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I will not [shuit]," quothe Androw Gray,<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Quhill they cum over zonder hill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We have <a name="LNanchor_A7_187" id="LNanchor_A7_187"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_187" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">an ower</a> guid caus this dey,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Through misgydins to spill.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Goe back, and bid our men byd still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhill they cum to the plaine;<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then sall my shuitting doe them ill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I will not shuit in vaine."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Shuit up, shuit up," quothe Capitane Ker,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Shuit up, to our comfort!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The firsten shot [it] was to neir,<span class="linenum">195</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">It lighted all to schort.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The nixtin shot thair foes hurt,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It lighted wounderous weill:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quoth Androw Gray, "I sie ane sport,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 226 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_226" id="Page_226">[Pg 226]</a></span><span class="i2">Quhen they began to reill.<span class="linenum">200</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Goe toe, good mattes, and say the game,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Zonder folkis ar in a fray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lat sie how we can well with them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into thair disaray.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Goe, goe, it is not tyme to stay,<span class="linenum">205</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">All for my bennisoune;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saue non this day ze may gar dye,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A7_209" id="LNanchor_A7_209"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_209" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Quhill ze the feild haue wonne."</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Errol haisted to the hight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whair he did battell byd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_219" id="LNanchor_A7_219"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_219" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">With him went</a> Auchindoune and Gight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And Bonnitoune by his syd:<span class="linenum">220</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whair manie gentillman did with him byd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whos prais sould not be smored;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bot Capitane Ker, that was thair gyde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Red ay befoir my lord.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They war not manie men of werre,<span class="linenum">225</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bot they war wonder trewe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With hagbutis, pistolet, bowe, and speare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They did thair foes persewe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhair bullettis, dartis, and arrowes flew,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 227 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_227" id="Page_227">[Pg 227]</a></span><span class="i2">Als thick as haill or raine,<span class="linenum">230</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhilk manie hurt, and some they slew,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of horss and gentillmen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Huntlie maid haist to succour him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And charged furiouslie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhair manie menis sight grew dim,<span class="linenum">235</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The shottis so thick did flie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhilk gart right manie doghtie die,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of some on euerie syd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Argyll with his tald hoste did flie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bot Macklenne did abyd.<span class="linenum">240</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Macklene had one ane habershoune,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ilk lord had one ane jack;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Togidder feirc[e]lie are they rune,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With manie a gunes crack.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The splenderis of thair spearis they break,<span class="linenum">245</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Flewe up into the air,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quhilk boore doune maney on thair back,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Againe ros neuer mair.<br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_249" id="LNanchor_A7_249"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_249" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">[249-56]</a><br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_257" id="LNanchor_A7_257"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_257" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">[257-64]</a><br /></span>
</div>
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Alace, I sie ane soré sight,"<span class="linenum">265</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Said the Laird of Macklenne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Our feible folkis is tenne the flight,<!-- Page 228 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_228" id="Page_228">[Pg 228]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And left me myne allaine.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now must I flie, or els be slaine,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Since they will not returne;"<span class="linenum">270</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With that he ran ouer ane dyne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Endlongis ane lytill burne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then after great Argylles hoste<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Some horssmen tuik the chess,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quha turned their backes for all thair bost,<span class="linenum">275</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Contrair the fooles say[s].<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They cried "oh," with manie "alace,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bot neuir for mercie sought;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thairfoir the Gordones gaue no grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Becaus they craved it nought.<span class="linenum">280</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then some guidman <a name="LNanchor_A7_281" id="LNanchor_A7_281"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_281" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">perseiued</a> sharpe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With Erroll and Huntlie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thai with [a] capitane did carpe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhais name was Ogilvie.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sayis, "Gentillmen, lat see<span class="linenum">285</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A7_286" id="LNanchor_A7_286"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_286" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Who maniest slaine slaydis;</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Save non this day ze may gar die,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a href="#Linenote_A7_286" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">For pleadis, nor ransome paynes."</a><!-- Page 229 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_229" id="Page_229">[Pg 229]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Lyk hartes, up howes and hillis thei ranne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Quhair horsmen might not winn:<span class="linenum">290</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Reteir againe," quoth Huntlie then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Quhair we did first begin.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Heir lyes manie carved skinnes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With manie ane bloodie beard,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For anie helpe, with litell dinne,<span class="linenum">295</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sall rotte aboue the eard."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they cam to the hill againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sett doune one thair knees,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Syne thanked God that they had slaine<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Soe manie enimies.<span class="linenum">300</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They ros befor Argylles eyis,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Maid Capitane Ker ane knight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Syne bed among the dead bodies,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whill they war out of sight.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_305" id="LNanchor_A7_305"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_305" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">[305-12]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A7_313" id="LNanchor_A7_313"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_313" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">[313-20]</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">This deid so doughtilie was done,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As I hard trewe men tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upone ane Thursday afternoone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">St. Franecis <a name="LNanchor_A7_324" id="LNanchor_A7_324"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_324" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">ewill</a> befell.<!-- Page 230 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_230" id="Page_230">[Pg 230]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Guid Auchindoune was slaine himself,<span class="linenum">325</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">With uther seven in battéll;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So was the Laird of Lochinzell,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Grate pitie was to tell.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr />
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_13" id="Linenote_A7_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_13" title="link to line number">13-24</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Saying, "The ministers, I fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A bloody browst have brown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For yesterday, withouthen mair,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">On the hill at Stradown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I saw three lords in battle fight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Right furiously awhile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Huntlie and Errol, as they hight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were both against Argyle.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Turn back with me and ride a mile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I shall make it kend,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">How they began, the form and stile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And of the battles end."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
<span style="margin-left: 15em;"><span class="smcap">Jamieson.</span></span><br />
</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_36" id="Linenote_A7_36"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_36" title="link to line number">36</a>. landis.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_88" id="Linenote_A7_88"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_88" title="link to line number">88</a>. beed.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_91" id="Linenote_A7_91"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_91" title="link to line number">91</a>. fraine.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_89" id="Linenote_A7_89"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_89" title="link to line number">89-96</a>. This stanza is unintelligible in Dalzell. It stands
thus in Laing's copy.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they unto Strathboggy came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To council soon they geed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For to see how things might frame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For they had meikle need.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They voted then to do a deed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As kirkmen do devise,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pray'd that they might find good speed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In that great interprise.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_149" id="Linenote_A7_149"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_149" title="link to line number">149</a>. This line seems to be corrupted.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_161" id="Linenote_A7_161"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_161" title="link to line number">161</a>. Some words are lost.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus with their noble cavalry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They marched to the field.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>
<span style="margin-left: 15em;"><span class="smcap">Laing.</span></span><br />
</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_165" id="Linenote_A7_165"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_165" title="link to line number">165</a>. speares and scheildis.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_167" id="Linenote_A7_167"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_167" title="link to line number">167</a>. weild thair wapones weill.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_180" id="Linenote_A7_180"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_180" title="link to line number">180</a>. mannis.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_187" id="Linenote_A7_187"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_187" title="link to line number">187</a>. then ower.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_209" id="Linenote_A7_209"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_209" title="link to line number">209-216</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then awful Erroll he can say<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Good fellows, follow me:<span class="linenum">210</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hope it shall be ours this day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or else therefore to die.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tho they in number <a name="LNanchor_A7_213" id="LNanchor_A7_213"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_213" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">many be</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Set on, withoutten words;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Let ilk brave fellow brake his tree,<span class="linenum">215</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And then pursue with swords."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_213" id="Linenote_A7_213"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_213" title="link to line number">213</a>. many were.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_219" id="Linenote_A7_219"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_219" title="link to line number">219</a>. within went.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_249" id="Linenote_A7_249"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_249" title="link to line number">249-56</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then some men said, "We will be sure<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And take Maclean by course;<span class="linenum">250</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Go to, for we are men anew<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To bear him down by force."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But noble Errol had remorse,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And said, "It is not best,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For tho Argyle has got the worst,<span class="linenum">255</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Let him gang with the rest.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_257" id="Linenote_A7_257"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_257" title="link to line number">257-64</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"What greater honour could ye wish<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In deeds of chivalry,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or brave victory than this,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where one has chac'd thrice three?<span class="linenum">260</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Therefore, good fellows, let him be;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He'll die before he yield;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he with his small company<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bade langest in the field."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_281" id="Linenote_A7_281"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_281" title="link to line number">281</a>. perceiued.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_286" id="Linenote_A7_286"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_286" title="link to line number">286</a>, 288. corrupted.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_305" id="Linenote_A7_305"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_305" title="link to line number">305-12</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Now I have you already tauld,<span class="linenum">305</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Huntly and Errol's men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Could scarce be thirteen hundred called,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The truth if <a name="LNanchor_A7_308" id="LNanchor_A7_308"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_308" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">ye</a> would ken.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet Argyle <a name="LNanchor_A7_309" id="LNanchor_A7_309"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_309" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">his</a> thousands ten<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were they that took the race,<span class="linenum">310</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And tho that they were nine to ane,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They caused [them] take the chace.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_308" id="Linenote_A7_308"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_308" title="link to line number">308</a>. he.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_309" id="Linenote_A7_309"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_309" title="link to line number">309</a>. has.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_313" id="Linenote_A7_313"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_313" title="link to line number">313-20</a>.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sae Argyle's boast it was in vain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(He thought sure not to tyne)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That if he durst cum to the plain,<span class="linenum">315</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He would gar every nine<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of his lay hold upon ilk man<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Huntly and Errol had:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet for all his odds he <a name="LNanchor_A7_319" id="LNanchor_A7_319"></a><a href="#Linenote_A7_319" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">ran</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To tell how ill he sped.<span class="linenum">320</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_319" id="Linenote_A7_319"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_319" title="link to line number">319</a>. fled.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A7_324" id="Linenote_A7_324"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A7_324" title="link to line number">324</a>. should be <i>eve</i>, or <i>vigil</i>.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="BONNY_JOHN_SETON" id="BONNY_JOHN_SETON"></a>BONNY JOHN SETON.</h3>
<p>This ballad is taken from Maidment's <i>North Countrie Garland</i>, p. 15.
There is another version in Buchan's <i>Ballads of the North of Scotland</i>,
ii. 136 (<i>The Death of John Seton</i>).</p>
<p>John Seton of Pitmedden, a young and brave cavalier, was shot through
the middle by a cannon ball, during the skirmish at the Bridge of Dee,
while engaged, under the Viscount of Aboyne, in resisting the advance of
Montrose upon the town of Aberdeen, in June, 1639. It was the hard fate
of Aberdeen to suffer from the arms of Montrose, first, when he was
general of the Covenanters, and again while he was<!-- Page 231 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_231" id="Page_231">[Pg 231]</a></span> lieutenant for the
King. The murder and pillage perpetrated in the town by the Irish after
the defeat of Lord Burleigh, in 1644, have been made the subject of
violent reproach by his enemies, but it may perhaps be said, that for
all that exceeded the usual horrors of war, the heroic commander was not
responsible. In Buchan's version of the present ballad, the clemency
shown by Montrose on taking possession of the city in 1639 is
commemorated in three stanzas worthy of preservation. The Covenanters
were "resolved to have sacked it orderly."</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Out it speeks the gallant Montrose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(Grace on his fair body!)<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"We winna burn the bonny burgh,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We'll even lat it be."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then out it speaks the gallant Montrose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Your purpose I will break;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We winna burn the bonny burgh,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We'll never build its make.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I see the women and their children<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Climbing the craigs sae hie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We'll sleep this night in the bonny burgh,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And even lat it be."<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr style="width: 45%;" />
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Upon the eighteenth day of June,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A dreary day to see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Southern lords did pitch their camp<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Just at the bridge of Dee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bonny John Seton of Pitmeddin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A bold baron was he,<!-- Page 232 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_232" id="Page_232">[Pg 232]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He made his testament ere he went out,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The wiser man was he.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He left his land to his young son,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His lady her dowry,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thousand crowns to his daughter Jean,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet on the nurse's knee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then out came his lady fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A tear into her e'e;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Says "Stay at home, my own good lord,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">O stay at home with me!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He looked over his left shoulder,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cried, "Souldiers, follow me!"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O then she looked in his face,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An angry woman was she:<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"God send me back my steed again,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But ne'er let me see thee!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His name was Major Middleton<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That manned the bridge of Dee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His name was Colonel Henderson<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That let the cannons flee.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">His name was Major Middleton<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That manned the bridge of Dee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And his name was Colonel Henderson<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That dung Pitmeddin in three.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some rode on the black and gray,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And some rode on the brown,<!-- Page 233 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_233" id="Page_233">[Pg 233]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the bonny John Seton<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Lay gasping on the ground.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then bye there comes a false Forbes,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Was riding from Driminere;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Says "Here there lies a proud Seton,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">This day they ride the rear."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A8_39" id="LNanchor_A8_39"></a><a href="#Linenote_A8_39" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Cragievar</a> said to his men,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"You may play on your shield;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For the proudest Seton in all the lan'<br /></span>
<span class="i4">This day lies on the field."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O spoil him, spoil him," cried Cragievar,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Him spoiled let me see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For on my word," said Cragievar,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">"He had no good will at me."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They took from him his armour clear,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">His sword, likewise his shield;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yea they have left him naked there<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Upon the open field.<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Highland men, they're clever men<br /></span>
<span class="i4">At handling sword and shield,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet they are too naked men<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To stay in battle field.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A8_55" id="LNanchor_A8_55"></a><a href="#Linenote_A8_55" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Highland men are clever men</a><span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4"><a href="#Linenote_A8_55" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">At handling sword or gun,</a><!-- Page 234 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_234" id="Page_234">[Pg 234]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a href="#Linenote_A8_55" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">But yet they are too naked men</a><br /></span>
<span class="i4"><a href="#Linenote_A8_55" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">To bear the cannon's rung.</a><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For a cannon's roar in a summer night<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Is like thunder in the air;<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">There's not a man in Highland dress<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Can face the cannon's fire.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A8_39" id="Linenote_A8_39"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A8_39" title="link to line number">39</a>. Sir William Forbes of Cragievar.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A8_55" id="Linenote_A8_55"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A8_55" title="link to line number">55-62</a>. The Highlanders were thrown into great consternation
by cannon shot, to which they were not accustomed. At the Raid of
Stonehaven, just previous to the affair of the Bridge of Dee, the first
volley made them wheel about and fly in disorder. They declared that
they could not abide "the musket's mother."</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_HAWS_OF_CROMDALE" id="THE_HAWS_OF_CROMDALE"></a>THE HAWS OF CROMDALE.</h3>
<p class="center">Ritson's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, ii. 40. Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, p. 502.</p>
<p>This ballad, very popular in Scotland, was long sold on the stalls
before it was received into the collections. A glance will show that it
has at best been very imperfectly transmitted by oral tradition. In
fact, the Ettrick Shepherd seems to be right in maintaining that two
widely separated events are here jumbled together. The first five
stanzas apparently refer to an action in May, 1690, when Sir Thomas
Livingston surprised fifteen hundred Highlanders in their beds at
Cromdale, and the remainder to the lost battle of Auldern, where
Montrose, with far inferior forces, defeated Sir John Hurry with
prodigious slaughter, on the 4th of May, 1645. Mr. Stenhouse<!-- Page 235 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_235" id="Page_235">[Pg 235]</a></span> states,
indeed, that after that imprudent division of the army of the Covenant
which opened the way to the disaster at Auldern, Hurry surprised and
routed at Cromdale a body of Highlanders under the lion-hearted Allaster
Macdonald. But this check appears, by his own language, to have been too
slight an affair to call forth such verses as those with which the
ballad begins. See Hogg's <i>Jacobite Relics</i>, ii. 157, Johnson's <i>Museum</i>
(1853), iv. 428.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As I came in by Achendown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A little wee bit frae the town,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When to the highlands I was bown,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">To view the haws of Cromdale,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">I met a man in tartan trews,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I spier'd at him what was the news:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Quoth he, "The highland army rues<br /></span>
<span class="i7">That e'er we came to Cromdale."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"We were in bed, sir, every man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When the English host upon us came;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A bloody battle then began<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"The English horse they were so rude,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They bath'd their hoofs in highland blood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But our brave clans they boldly stood,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But alas! we could no longer stay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For o'er the hills we came away,<!-- Page 236 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_236" id="Page_236">[Pg 236]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And sore we do lament the day<br /></span>
<span class="i7">That e'er we came to Cromdale."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div>
<hr style="width: 45%;" />
<div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus the great Montrose did say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Can you direct the nearest way?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I will o'er the hills this day,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">And view the haws of Cromdale."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Alas, my lord, you're not so strong;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You scarcely have two thousand men,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there's twenty thousand on the plain,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Stand rank and file on Cromdale."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus the great Montrose did say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I say, direct the nearest way,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For I will o'er the hills this day,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">And see the haws of Cromdale."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They were at dinner, every man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When great Montrose upon them came;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A second battle then began<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Grants, Mackenzies, and M'Kys,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Soon as Montrose they did espy,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O then they fought most vehemently,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The M'Donalds, they return'd again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Camerons did their standard join,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">M'Intosh play'd a bonny game,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<!-- Page 237 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_237" id="Page_237">[Pg 237]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The M'Gregors fought like lyons bold,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">M'Phersons, none could them controul,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">M'Lauchlins fought like loyal souls,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">[M'Leans, M'Dougals, and M'Neals,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So boldly as they took the field,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And made their enemies to yield,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.]<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Gordons boldly did advance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Fraziers [fought] with sword and lance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Grahams they made their heads to dance,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The loyal Stewarts, with Montrose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So boldly set upon their foes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And brought them down with highland blows,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Of twenty thousand Cromwells men<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Five hundred went to Aberdeen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The rest of them lyes on the plain,<br /></span>
<span class="i7">Upon the haws of Cromdale.<br /></span>
<!-- Page 238 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_238" id="Page_238">[Pg 238]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_ALFORD" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_ALFORD"></a>THE BATTLE OF ALFORD.</h3>
<p>Two months after the defeat of Sir John Hurry at Auldern, Montrose
utterly destroyed the other division of the covenanting army, under
General Baillie, at Alford on the Don. On the 2d of July, the King's
forces marched from Drumminor, and crossed the Don to Alford, Montrose
and the Earl of Aboyne taking up their quarters in the castle of Asloun.
Baillie, who was now in pursuit of the royalists, moved southward, and
encamped on the day just mentioned, at Lesly. The next morning he
crossed the river (halting on the way near a farm called Mill Hill),
whereupon the battle took place. Montrose dearly purchased this new
victory by the loss of Lord George Gordon, who commanded the <i>right</i>
wing, not the left.</p>
<p>These fragmentary verses are from <i>The Thistle of Scotland</i>, p. 68.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Graham[s and] Gordons of Aboyne<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Camp'd at Drumminor bog;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At the castle there they lay all night,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And left them scarce a hog.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The black Baillie, that auld dog,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Appeared on our right;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We quickly raise up frae the bog,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To Alford march'd that night.<!-- Page 239 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_239" id="Page_239">[Pg 239]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We lay at Lesly all night,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">They camped at Asloun;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And up we raise afore daylight,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To ding the beggars doun.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Before we was in battle rank,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">We was anent Mill Hill;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I wat <a name="LNanchor_A10_15" id="LNanchor_A10_15"></a><a href="#Linenote_A10_15" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">full</a> weel they gar'd us rue,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">We gat fighting our fill.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They hunted us and dunted us,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">They drave us here and there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untill three hundred of our men<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Lay gasping in their lair.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Earl of Mar the right wing guided,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The colours stood him by;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lord George Gordon the left wing guided,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Who well the sword could ply.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">There came a ball shot frae the west<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">That shot him through the back;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Although he was our enemy,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">We grieved for his wreck.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We cannot say 'twas his own men,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But yet it came that way;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In Scotland there was not a match<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To that man where he lay.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A10_15" id="Linenote_A10_15"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A10_15" title="link to line number">15</a>. fell.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 240 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_240" id="Page_240">[Pg 240]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_PENTLAND_HILLS" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_PENTLAND_HILLS"></a>THE BATTLE OF PENTLAND HILLS.</h3>
<p class="center"><i>Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border</i>, ii. 203</p>
<p>"The insurrection commemorated and magnified in the following ballad, as
indeed it has been in some histories, was, in itself, no very important
affair. It began in Dumfries-shire, where Sir James Turner, a soldier of
fortune, was employed to levy the arbitrary fines imposed for not
attending the Episcopal churches. The people rose, seized his person,
disarmed his soldiers, and, having continued together, resolved to march
towards Edinburgh, expecting to be joined by their friends in that
quarter. In this they were disappointed; and, being now diminished to
half their numbers, they drew up on the Pentland Hills, at a place
called Rullien Green. They were commanded by one Wallace; and here they
awaited the approach of General Dalziel, of Binns; who, having marched
to Calder, to meet them on the Lanark road, and finding, that, by
passing through Collington, they had got to the other side of the hills,
cut through the mountains and approached them. Wallace showed both
spirit and judgment: he drew up his men in a very strong situation, and
withstood two charges of Dalziel's cavalry; but, upon the third shock,
the insurgents were broken and utterly dispersed. There was very little
slaughter, as the cavalry of Dalziel were chiefly gentlemen, who pitied
their oppressed and misguided countrymen. There were about fifty killed,
and as many made prisoners. The battle was<!-- Page 241 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_241" id="Page_241">[Pg 241]</a></span> fought on the 28th November,
1666; a day still observed by the scattered remnant of the Cameronian
sect, who regularly hear a field-preaching upon the field of battle.</p>
<p>"I am obliged for a copy of the ballad to Mr. Livingston of Airds, who
took it down from the recitation of an old woman residing on his estate.</p>
<p>"The gallant Grahams, mentioned in the text, are Graham of Claverhouse's
horse." <span class="smcap">Scott.</span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The gallant Grahams cam from the west,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' their horses black as ony craw;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Lothian lads they marched fast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To be at the Rhyns o' Gallowa.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Betwixt Dumfries town and Argyle,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The lads they marched mony a mile;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Souters and tailors unto them drew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their covenants for to renew.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Whigs, they, wi' their merry cracks,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gar'd the poor pedlars lay down their packs;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But aye sinsyne they do repent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The renewing o' their Covenant.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the Mauchline muir, where they were review'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ten thousand men in armour show'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But, ere they came to the Brockie's burn,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The half of them did back return.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">General Dalyell, as I hear tell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was our lieutenant-general;<!-- Page 242 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_242" id="Page_242">[Pg 242]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Captain Welsh, wi' his wit and skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was to guide them on to the Pentland hill.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">General Dalyell held to the hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Asking at them what was their will;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And who gave them this protestation,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To rise in arms against the nation?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Although we all in armour be,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">It's not against his majesty;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor yet to spill our neighbour's bluid,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wi' the country we'll conclude."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Lay down your arms, in the King's name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ye shall a' gae safely hame;"<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But they a' cried out wi' ae consent,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"We'll fight for a broken Covenant."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O well," says he, "since it is so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A wilfu' man never wanted woe:"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He then gave a sign unto his lads,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they drew up in their brigades.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The trumpets blew, and the colours flew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And every man to his armour drew;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Whigs were never so much aghast,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As to see their saddles toom sae fast.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The cleverest men stood in the van,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Whigs they took their heels and ran;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But such a raking was never seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As the raking o' the Rullien Green.<br /></span>
<!-- Page 243 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_243" id="Page_243">[Pg 243]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_READING_SKIRMISH" id="THE_READING_SKIRMISH"></a>THE READING SKIRMISH.</h3>
<p>Several companies, principally Irish, belonging to the army of King
James, and stationed at Reading, had quitted the town in consequence of
a report that the Prince of Orange was advancing in that direction with
the main body of his forces. On the departure of the garrison, the
people of Reading at once invited the Prince to take possession of the
place, and secure them against the Irish. But the King's troops, having
learned that it was only a small detachment of William's soldiers, and
not the main army, by whom they were threatened, returned and reoccupied
their post. Here they were attacked by two hundred and fifty of the
Dutch, and though numbering six hundred, were soon put to flight, with
the loss of their colors and of fifty men, the assailants losing but
five. This skirmish occurred on Sunday, the 9th of December, 1688.</p>
<p>This piece is extracted from Croker's <i>Historical Songs of Ireland</i>, p.
14, Percy Society, vol. i., and was there given from a collection of
printed ballads in the British Museum. The burden seems to be derived
from the following stanza of <i>Lilli burlero</i>:</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now, now de heretics all go down,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Lilli, &c.</i><br /></span>
<span class="i0">By Chreist and St. Patrick de nation's our own,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><i>Lilli, &c.</i><br /></span>
<!-- Page 244 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_244" id="Page_244">[Pg 244]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h4>THE READING SKIRMISH;</h4>
<h5>OR, THE BLOODY IRISH ROUTED BY THE VICTORIOUS DUTCH.</h5>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Five hundred papishes came there,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make a final end<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of all the town, in time of prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But God did them defend.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p class="center">To the tune of <i>Lilli borlero</i>. Licensed according to order. Printed for
J. D. in the year 1688.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We came into brave Reading by night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Five hundred horsemen proper and tall;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet not resolved fairly to fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But for to cut the throats of them all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Most of us was Irish Papists,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who vowed to kill, then plunder the town;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We this never doubted, but soon we were routed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we all go down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In Reading town we ne'er went to bed;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Every soul there mounted his horse,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hoping next day to fill them with dread;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet I swear by St. Patrick's cross,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We most shamefully was routed:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fortune was pleased to give us a frown,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And blasted our glory: I'll tell you the story,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick we all go down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We thought to slay them all in their sleep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But by my shoul, were never the near,<!-- Page 245 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_245" id="Page_245">[Pg 245]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The hereticks their guard did so keep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which put us in a trembling fear.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">We concluded something further,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To seize the churches all in the town,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With killing and slaying, while they were a praying,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But we were routed, and soon run down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nay, before noon, we vowed to despatch<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Every man, nay, woman and child;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">This in our hearts we freely did hatch,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Vowing to make a prey of the spoil.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But we straightways was prevented,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When we did hope for fame and renown;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In less than an hour we [are] forcéd to scoure;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we are run down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We were resolved Reading to clear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Having in hand the flourishing sword;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bloody sceen was soon to appear,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For we did then but wait for the word:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While the ministers were preaching,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We were resolved to have at their gown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But straight was surrounded, and clearly confounded,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we all go down.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Just as we all were fit to fall on,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In came the Dutch with fury and speed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And amongst them there was not a man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But what was rarely mounted indeed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And rid up as fierce as tygers,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Knitting their brows, they on us did frown;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not one of them idle, their teeth held their bridle,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we were run down.<!-- Page 246 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_246" id="Page_246">[Pg 246]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They never stood to use many words,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But in all haste up to us they flocked,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In their right hands their flourishing swords,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And their left carbines ready cock'd.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We were forced to fly before them,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thorow the lanes and streets of the town;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While they pursued after, and threaten'd a slaughter,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we were run down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then being fairly put to the rout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hunted and drove before 'um like dogs,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our captain bid us then face about,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But we wisht for our Irish bogs.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Having no great mind for fighting,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Dutch did drive us thorow the town;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our foreheads we crossed, yet still was unhorsed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we're all run down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">We threw away our swords and carbines,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Pistols and cloaks lay strow'd on the lands;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cutting off boots for running, uds-doyns,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">One pair of heels was worth two pair of hands.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then we called on sweet <a name="LNanchor_A12_69" id="LNanchor_A12_69"></a><a href="#Linenote_A12_69" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">St. Coleman</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Hoping he might our victory crown;<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Dutchmen pursuing poor Teagues to our ruin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we're all run down.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Never was Teagues in so much distress,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As the whole world may well understand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When we came here, we thought to possess<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Worthy estates of houses and land:<!-- Page 247 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[Pg 247]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But we find 'tis all a story,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Fortune is pleased on us to frown:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Instead of our riches, we stink in our breeches,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">By Chreest and St. Patrick, we're all run down.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They call a thing a three-legged mare,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Where they will fit each neck with a nooze,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then with our beads to say our last prayer,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">After all this to die in our shoes.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thence we pack to purgatory;<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">For us let all the Jesuits pray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Farewell, Father Peters, here's some of your creatures<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Would have you to follow the self-same way.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A12_69" id="Linenote_A12_69"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A12_69" title="link to line number">69</a>, Edward Coleman, hanged at Tyburn in 1678, for his
participation in the Popish Plot.—<span class="smcap">Croker.</span></p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="UNDAUNTED_LONDONDERRY" id="UNDAUNTED_LONDONDERRY"></a>UNDAUNTED LONDONDERRY.</h3>
<p>The story of the siege of Londonderry, "the most memorable in the annals
of the British isles," is eloquently told in the twelfth chapter of
Macaulay's <i>History of England</i>. It lasted one hundred and five days,
from the middle of April to the first of August (1689). During that time
the garrison had been reduced from about seven thousand men to about
three thousand. Famine and pestilence slew more than the fire of the
enemy. In the last month of the siege, there was scarcely any thing left
to eat in the city but salted hides and tallow. The price of a dog's paw
was five shillings and sixpence, and rats that had<!-- Page 248 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[Pg 248]</a></span> fed on the bodies of
the dead were eagerly hunted and slain. The courage and self-devotion of
the defenders, animated by a lofty public spirit and sustained by
religious zeal, were at last rewarded by a glorious triumph, and will
never cease to be celebrated with pride and enthusiasm by the
Protestants of Ireland.</p>
<p>The ballad is here given as printed in Croker's <i>Historical Songs of
Ireland</i>, p. 46, from a black letter copy in the British Museum. The
whole title runs thus: <i>Undaunted Londonderry; or, the Victorious
Protestants' constant success against the proud French and Irish
Forces</i>. <i>To the Tune of Lilli Borlero.</i></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Protestant boys, both valliant and stout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Fear not the strength and frown of Rome,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thousands of them are put to the rout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Brave Londonderry tells 'um their doom.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For their cannons roar like thunder,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being resolved the town to maintain<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For William and Mary, still brave Londonderry<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Will give the proud French and Tories their bane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Time after time, with powder and balls,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Protestant souls they did 'um salute,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That before Londonderry's stout walls<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Many are slain and taken to boot.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, their noble <a name="LNanchor_A13_13" id="LNanchor_A13_13"></a><a href="#Linenote_A13_13" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Duke of Berwick</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Many reports, is happily tane,<!-- Page 249 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[Pg 249]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where still they confine him, and will not resign him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till they have given the Tories their bane.<span class="linenum">16</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Into the town their bombs they did throw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Being resolved to fire the same,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hoping thereby to lay it all low,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could they but raise it into a flame.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But the polititious <a name="LNanchor_A13_21" id="LNanchor_A13_21"></a><a href="#Linenote_A13_21" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Walker</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By an intreague did quail them again,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And blasted the glory of French, Teague, and Tory;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By policy, boys, he gave them their bane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thundering stones they laid on the wall,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ready against the enemy came,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With which they vow'd the Tories to mawl,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whene'er they dare approach but the same.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And another sweet invention,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The which in brief I reckon to name;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sharp, bloody slaughter did soon follow after,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Among the proud French, and gave them their bane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Stubble and straw in parcels they laid,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The which they straightways kindled with speed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this intreague the French was betrayed,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thinking the town was fired indeed.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then they placed their scaling ladders,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And o'er the walls did scour amain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet strait, to their wonder, they were cut in sunder,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 250 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[Pg 250]</a></span><span class="i2">Thus Frenchmen and Tories met with their bane.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Suddenly then they opened their gate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sallying forth with vigor and might;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And, as the truth I here may relate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Protestant boys did valliantly fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Taking many chief commanders,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">While the sharp fray they thus did maintain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With vigorous courses, they routed their forces,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many poor Teagues did meet with their bane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While with their blood the cause they have sealed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Heaven upon their actions did frown;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Protestants took the spoil of the field,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cannons full five they brought to the town.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a lusty, large, great mortar,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus they returned with honor and gain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While Papists did scour from Protestant power,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As fearing they all should suffer their bane.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In a short time we hope to arrive<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With a vast army to Ireland,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the affairs so well we'll contrive<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they shall ne'er have power to stand<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Gainst King William and Queen Mary,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who on the throne does flourish and reign;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We'll down with the faction that make the distraction,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And give the proud French and Tories their bane.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A13_13" id="Linenote_A13_13"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A13_13" title="link to line number">13</a>. In a sally which was made by the garrison towards the end
of April, the Duke of Berwick is said to have received a slight wound in
the back.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A13_21" id="Linenote_A13_21"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A13_21" title="link to line number">21</a>. The Rev. George Walker, rector of the parish of
Donaghmore, the hero of the defence. His statue now stands on a lofty
pillar, rising from a bastion which for a long time sustained the
heaviest fire of the besiegers.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 251 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[Pg 251]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="PROELIUM_GILLICRANKIANUM_See_p_152" id="PROELIUM_GILLICRANKIANUM_See_p_152"></a>PR[OE]LIUM GILLICRANKIANUM. See <a href="#Page_152">p. 152</a>.</h3>
<p class="center">From Johnson's <i>Museum</i>, p. 105.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Grahamius notabilis coegerat montanos,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Qui clypeis et gladiis fugarunt Anglicanos;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fugerant Vallicolæ, atque Puritani,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cacavere Batavi et Cameroniani.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Grahamius mirabilis, fortissimus Alcides,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cujus regi fuerat intemerata fides,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Agiles monticolas marte inspiravit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Et duplicatum numerum hostium profligavit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Nobilis apparuit Fermilodunensis,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cujus in rebelles stringebatur ensis;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nobilis et sanguine, nobilior virtute,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Regi devotissimus intus et in cute.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pitcurius heroicus, Hector Scoticanus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Cui mens fidelis fuerat et invicta manus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Capita rebellium, is excerebravit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hostes unitissimos ille dimicavit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Glengarius magnanimus atque bellicosus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Functus ut Eneas, pro rege animosus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortis atque strenuus, hostes expugnavit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sanguine rebellium campos coloravit.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Surrexerat fideliter Donaldus Insulanus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pugnaverat viriliter, cum copiis Skyanis,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pater atque filii non dissimularunt,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sed pro rege proprio unanimes pugnarunt.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Macleanius, circumdatus tribo martiali,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Semper, devinctissimus familiæ regali,<!-- Page 252 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[Pg 252]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Fortiter pugnaverat, more atavorum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deinde dissipaverat turmas Batavorum.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Strenuus Lochielius, multo Camerone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hostes ense peremit, et abrio pugione;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Istos et intrepidos Orco dedicavit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Impedimenta hostium Blaro reportavit.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Macneillius de Bara, Glencous Kepochanus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ballechinus, cum fratre, Stuartus Apianus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pro Jacobo Septimo fortiter gessere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pugiles fortissimi, feliciter vicere.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Canonicus clarissimus Gallovidianus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Acer et indomitus, consilioque sanus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ibi dux adfuerat, spectabilis persona,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nam pro tuenda patria, hunc peperit Bellona.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ducalidoni dominum spreverat gradivus,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nobilis et juvenis, fortis et activus:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nam cum nativum principem exulem audiret,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Redit ex Hungaria ut regi inserviret.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Illic et adfuerat tutor Ranaldorum,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Qui strenue pugnaverat cum copiis virorum;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Et ipse Capetaneus, aetate puerili,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Intentus est ad pr[oe]lium, spiritu virili.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Glenmoristonus junior, optimus bellator<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Subito jam factus, hactenus venator,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Perduelles Whiggeos ut pecora prostravit,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ense et fulmineo Mackaium fugavit.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Regibus et legibus, Scotici constantes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vos clypeis et gladiis pro principe pugnantes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Vestra est victoria, vestra est et gloria,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In cantis et historia perpes est memoria!<br /></span>
<!-- Page 253 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[Pg 253]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_BOYNE_WATER" id="THE_BOYNE_WATER"></a>THE BOYNE WATER.</h3>
<p>This momentous battle was fought on the 1st of July, 1690. James had a
strong position and thirty thousand men, two thirds of whom were a
worthless rabble. William had thirty-six thousand splendid soldiers. The
loss on neither side was great. Of James's troops there fell fifteen
hundred, the flower of his army; of the conqueror's not more than five,
but with them the great Duke of Schomberg. The present version of this
ballad is from Croker's <i>Historical Songs of Ireland</i>, p. 60, given from
a MS. copy in the editor's possession.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">July the first, in <a name="LNanchor_A15_1" id="LNanchor_A15_1"></a><a href="#Linenote_A15_1" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Oldbridge</a> town,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">There was a grievous battle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where many a man lay on the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By the cannons that did rattle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King James he pitched his tents between<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The lines for to retire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But King William threw his bomb-balls in,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And set them all on fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thereat enraged, they vow'd revenge,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 254 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[Pg 254]</a></span><span class="i2">Upon King William's forces;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And often did cry vehemently,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That they would stop their courses.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A bullet from the Irish came,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which grazed King William's arm;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They thought his majesty was slain,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet it did him little harm.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Duke Schomberg then, in friendly care,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His king would often caution<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To shun the spot where bullets hot<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Retain'd their rapid motion.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But William said—"He don't deserve<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The name of Faith's defender,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That would not venture life and limb<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make a foe surrender."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When we the Boyne began to cross,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The enemy they descended;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But few of our brave men were lost,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So stoutly we defended.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The horse was the first that marchéd o'er,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The foot soon followed a'ter,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But brave Duke Schomberg was no more,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By venturing over the water.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When valiant Schomberg he was slain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">King William thus accosted<br /></span>
<span class="i0">His warlike men, for to march on,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he would be the foremost.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Brave boys," he said, "be not dismayed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For the losing of one commander;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For God will be our king this day,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 255 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_255" id="Page_255">[Pg 255]</a></span><span class="i2">And I'll be general under."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then stoutly we the Boyne did cross,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To give our enemies battle;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our cannon, to our foes great cost,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like thundering claps did rattle,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In majestic mien our prince rode o'er,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">His men soon followed a'ter;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With blows and shouts put our foes to the route,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The day we crossed the water.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Protestants of Drogheda<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Have reasons to be thankful,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That they were not to bondage brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They being but a handful.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">First to the Tholsel they were brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A15_54" id="LNanchor_A15_54"></a><a href="#Linenote_A15_54" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">And tied at Milmount a'ter,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But brave King William set them free,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">By venturing over the water.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A15_57" id="LNanchor_A15_57"></a><a href="#Linenote_A15_57" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The cunning French, near to Duleek</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had taken up their quarters,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And fenced themselves on every side,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 256 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_256" id="Page_256">[Pg 256]</a></span><span class="i2">Still waiting for new orders.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But in the dead time of the night,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They set the field on fire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And long before the morning light,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Dublin they did retire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then said King William to his men,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">After the French departed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I'm glad," said he, "that none of ye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seeméd to be faint-hearted.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So sheath your swords, and rest awhile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In time we'll follow a'ter:"<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">These words he uttered with a smile,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The day he crossed the water.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Come, let us all, with heart and voice,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Applaud our lives' defender,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who at the Boyne his valour shewed,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And made his foes surrender,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To God above the praise we'll give,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Both now and ever a'ter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bless the glorious memory<span class="linenum">79</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of King William that crossed the Boyne water.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A15_1" id="Linenote_A15_1"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A15_1" title="link to line number">1</a>. The Dutch guards first entered the river Boyne at a ford
opposite to the little village of Oldbridge.—<span class="smcap">Croker.</span></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A15_54" id="Linenote_A15_54"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A15_54" title="link to line number">54</a>. "After the battle of the Boyne, the Popish garrison of
Drogheda took the Protestants out of prison, into which they had thrown
them, and carried them to the Mount; where they expected the cannon
would play, if King William's forces besieged the town. <i>They tied them
together</i>, and set them to receive the shot; but their hearts failed
them who were to defend the place, and so it pleased God to preserve the
poor Protestants."—<i>Memoirs of Ireland, &c.</i>, cited by Croker.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A15_57" id="Linenote_A15_57"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A15_57" title="link to line number">57</a>. "When, in the course of the day, the battle approached
James's position on the hill of Donore, the warlike prince retired to a
more secure distance at Duleek, where he soon put himself at the head of
his French allies, and led the retreat; the King and the French coming
off without a scar."—O'Driscol, cited by Croker.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 257 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_257" id="Page_257">[Pg 257]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_WOMAN_WARRIOR" id="THE_WOMAN_WARRIOR"></a>THE WOMAN WARRIOR,</h3>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Who liv'd in Cow-Cross, near West-Smithfield; who, changing her
apparel, entered herself on board in quality of a soldier, and
sailed to Ireland, where she valiantly behaved herself,
particularly at the siege of Cork, where she lost her toes, and
received a mortal wound in her body, of which she since died in
her return to London. </p></div>
<p class="center">From Durfey's <i>Pills to Purge Melancholy</i>, v. 8.</p>
<p>Cork was taken September 27-29, 1690, by the Duke (then Earl) of
Marlborough, with the coöperation of the Duke of Wirtemberg. The Duke of
Grafton, then serving as a volunteer, was mortally wounded while
advancing to the assault. Croker suggests that this lamentation for the
heroine of Cow-Cross, "the Mary Ambree of her age," was one of the many
indirect efforts made to bring the military skill of Marlborough into
popular notice.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Let the females attend<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To the lines which are penn'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For here I shall give a relation<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a young marry'd wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who did venture her life,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For a soldier, a soldier she went from the nation.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She her husband did leave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And did likewise receive<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her arms, and on board she did enter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And right valiantly went,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a resolution bent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To the ocean, the ocean, her life there to venture.<!-- Page 258 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_258" id="Page_258">[Pg 258]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yet of all the ship's crew,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Not a seaman that knew<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They then had a woman so near 'em;<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">On the ocean so deep<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She her council did keep,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ay, and therefore, and therefore she never did fear 'em.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She was valiant and bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And would not be controul'd<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">By any that dare to offend her;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">If a quarrel arose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She would give him dry blows,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the captain, the captain did highly commend her.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For he took her to be<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then of no mean degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A gentleman's son, or a squire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a hand white and fair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There was none could compare,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which the captain, the captain did often admire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On the Irish shore,<span class="linenum">31</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where the cannons did roar,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With many stout lads she was landed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There her life to expose,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She lost two of her toes,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in battle, in battle was daily commended.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Under Grafton she fought<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like a brave hero stout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And made the proud Tories retire;<!-- Page 259 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_259" id="Page_259">[Pg 259]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She in field did appear<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With a heart void of fear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And she bravely, she bravely did charge and give fire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">While the battering balls<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did assault the strong walls<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of Cork, and sweet trumpets sounded,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She did bravely advance<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where by unhappy chance<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This young female, young female, alas! she was wounded.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At the end of the fray<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Still she languishing lay,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then over the ocean they brought her,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To her own native shore:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now they ne'er knew before<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That a woman, a woman had been in that slaughter.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">What she long had conceal'd<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Now at length she reveal'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That she was a woman that ventur'd;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then to London with care<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She did straitways repair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But she dy'd, oh she dy'd, e'er the city she enter'd.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When her parents beheld,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They with sorrow was fill'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For why, they did dearly adore her;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In her grave now she lies,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tis not watery eyes,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">No, nor sighing, nor sighing that e'er can restore her.<br /></span>
<!-- Page 260 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_260" id="Page_260">[Pg 260]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="A_DIALOGUE" id="A_DIALOGUE"></a>A DIALOGUE</h3>
<h4>BETWEEN WILL LICK-LADLE AND TOM CLEAN-COGUE, TWA SHEPHERDS, WHA WERE
FEEDING THEIR FLOCKS ON THE OCHIL-HILLS ON THE DAY THE BATTLE OF
SHERIFF-MOOR WAS FOUGHT.</h4>
<p class="center">(See <a href="#Page_156">p. 156</a>. From Ritson's <i>Scottish Songs</i>, ii. 67.)</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>W.</i> Pray came you here the fight to shun,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or keep the sheep with me, man?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or was you at the Sheriff-moor,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And did the battle see, man?<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Pray tell whilk of the parties won?<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">For well I wat I saw them run,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Both south and north, when they begun,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">To pell and mell, and kill and fell,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">With muskets snell, and pistols knell,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And some to hell<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i12">Did flee, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>T.</i> But, my dear Will, I kenna still,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whilk o' the twa did lose, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For well I wat they had good skill<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To set upo' their foes, man:<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">The red-coats they are train'd, you see,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The clans always disdain to flee,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Wha then should gain the victory?<br /></span>
<span class="i6">But the Highland race, all in a brace,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">With a swift pace, to the Whigs disgrace,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6">Did put to chace<br /></span>
<span class="i12">Their foes, man.<!-- Page 261 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_261" id="Page_261">[Pg 261]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>W.</i> Now how diel, Tam, can this be true?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I saw the chace gae north, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><i>T.</i> But well I wat they did pursue<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Them even unto Forth, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Frae Dumblain they ran in my own sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And got o'er the bridge with all their might,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And those at Stirling took their flight;<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Gif only ye had been wi' me,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6">You had seen them flee, of each degree,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">For fear to die<br /></span>
<span class="i12">Wi' sloth, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>W.</i> My sister Kate came o'er the hill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' crowdie unto me, man;<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She swore she saw them running still<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Frae Perth unto Dundee, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The left wing gen'ral had na skill,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The Angus lads had no good will<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That day their neighbours blood to spill;<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6">For fear by foes that they should lose<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Their cogues of brose, all crying woes—<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Yonder them goes,<br /></span>
<span class="i12">D'ye see, man?<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>T.</i> I see but few like gentlemen<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Amang yon frighted crew, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I fear my Lord Panmure be slain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or that he's ta'en just now, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For tho' his officers obey,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">His cowardly commons run away,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">For fear the red-coats them should slay;<br /></span>
<span class="i6">The sodgers hail make their hearts fail;<!-- Page 262 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_262" id="Page_262">[Pg 262]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i6">See how they scale, and turn their tail,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And rin to flail<br /></span>
<span class="i12">And plow, man.<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>W.</i> But now brave Angus comes again<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into the second fight, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They swear they'll either dye or gain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No foes shall them affright, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Argyle's best forces they'll withstand,<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">And boldly fight them sword in hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Give them a general to command,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">A man of might, that will but fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And take delight to lead them right,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And ne'er desire<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i12">The flight, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But <a name="LNanchor_A17_67" id="LNanchor_A17_67"></a><a href="#Linenote_A17_67" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Flandrekins</a> they have no skill<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To lead a Scotish force, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their motions do our courage spill,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And put us to a loss, man.<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">You'll hear of us far better news,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">When we attack like Highland trews,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To hash, and slash, and smash and bruise,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Till the field, tho' braid, be all o'erspread,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">But coat or plaid, wi' corpse that's dead<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6">In their cold bed,<br /></span>
<span class="i12">That's moss, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>T.</i> Twa gen'rals frae the field did run,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lords Huntley and Seaforth, man;<!-- Page 263 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_263" id="Page_263">[Pg 263]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">They cry'd and run grim death to shun,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those heroes of the North, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">They're fitter far for book or pen,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Than under Mars to lead on men;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Ere they came there they might well ken<br /></span>
<span class="i6">That female hands could ne'er gain lands;<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6">'Tis Highland brands that countermands<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Argathlean bands<br /></span>
<span class="i12">Frae Forth, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>W.</i> The Camerons scow'r'd as they were mad,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Lifting their neighbours cows, man,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">M'Kenzie and the Stewart fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Without phil'beg or trews, man:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Had they behav'd like Donald's core,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And kill'd all those came them before,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Their king had gone to France no more:<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6">Then each Whig saint wad soon repent,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And strait recant his covenant,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">And rent<br /></span>
<span class="i12">It at the news, man.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>T.</i> M'Gregors they far off did stand,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Badenach and Athol too, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I hear they wanted the command,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For I believe them true, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Perth, Fife, and Angus, wi' their horse,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Stood motionless, and some did worse,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">For, tho' the red-coats went them cross,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">They did conspire for to admire<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Clans run and fire, left wings retire,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">While rights intire<br /></span>
<!-- Page 264 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_264" id="Page_264">[Pg 264]</a></span><span class="i12">Pursue, man.<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><i>W.</i> But Scotland has not much to say,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For such a fight as this is,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where baith did fight, baith run away;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The devil take the miss is<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That every officer was not slain<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">That run that day, and was not ta'en,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Either flying from or to Dumblain;<br /></span>
<span class="i6">When Whig and Tory, in their 'fury,'<br /></span>
<span class="i6">Strove for glory, to our sorrow,<br /></span>
<span class="i6">The sad story<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
<span class="i12">Hush is.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A17_67" id="Linenote_A17_67"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A17_67" title="link to line number">67</a>. By Flanderkins are meant Lieutenant-General Fanderbeck
and Colonels Rantzaw and Cromstrom.—<span class="smcap">Hogg.</span></p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="UP_AND_WAR_THEM_A_WILLIE_See_p_156" id="UP_AND_WAR_THEM_A_WILLIE_See_p_156"></a>UP AND WAR THEM A', WILLIE. See <a href="#Page_156">p. 156</a>.</h3>
<p>From Herd's <i>Scotish Songs</i>, ii. 234. The same in Ritson's <i>Scotish
Songs</i>, ii. 73. Burns furnished a somewhat different version to
Johnson's <i>Museum</i> (p. 195, also in Cromek's <i>Select Scotish Songs</i>, ii.
29), which he obtained from one Tom Neil, a carpenter in Edinburgh, who
was famous for his singing of Scottish songs. The title and burden to
this version is <i>Up and warn a', Willie</i>, an allusion, says Burns, to
the <i>crantara</i>, or warning of a Highland clan to arms, which the
Lowlanders, not understanding, have corrupted. There is another copy in
Hogg's <i>Jacobite Relics</i>, ii. 18, which is nearly the same as the
following.</p>
<p>When the Earl of Mar first raised his standard, and proclaimed the
Chevalier, the ornamental ball on the top of the staff fell off, and the
superstitious High<!-- Page 265 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_265" id="Page_265">[Pg 265]</a></span>landers interpreted the circumstance as ominous of
ill for their cause. This is the incident referred to in the third
stanza.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When we went to the field of war,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to the weapon-shaw, Willie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With true design to stand our ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And chace our faes awa', Willie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lairds and lords came there bedeen,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And vow gin they were pra', Willie:<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Up and war 'em a', Willie,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>War 'em, war 'em a', Willie.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when our army was drawn up,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The bravest e'er I saw, Willie,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">We did not doubt to rax the rout,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And win the day and a', Willie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pipers play'd frae right to left,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Fy, fourugh Whigs awa'," Willie.<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Up and war, &c.</i><span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when our standard was set up,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So fierce the wind did bla', Willie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The golden knop down from the top<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto ground did fa', Willie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then second-sighted Sandy said,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"We'll do nae good at a', Willie."<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Up and war, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When bra'ly they attack'd our left,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our front, and flank, and a', Willie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our bald commander on the green,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 266 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_266" id="Page_266">[Pg 266]</a></span><span class="i2">Our faes their left did ca', Willie,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And there the greatest slaughter made<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That e'er poor Tonald saw, Willie.<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Up and war, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">First when they saw our Highland mob,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They swore they'd slay us a', Willie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And yet ane fyl'd his breiks for fear,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so did rin awa', Willie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We drave him back to Bonnybrigs,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Dragoons, and foot, and a', Willie.<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Up and war, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when their gen'ral view'd our lines,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And them in order saw, Willie,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He straight did march into the town,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And back his left did draw, Willie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus we taught them the better gate,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To get a better fa', Willie.<br /></span>
<span class="i4"><i>Up and war, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And then we rally'd on the hills,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bravely up did draw, Willie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But gin ye spear wha wan the day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'll tell you what I saw, Willie:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We baith did fight, and baith were beat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And baith did run awa', Willie.<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">So there's my canty Highland sang<br /></span>
<span class="i2">About the thing I saw, Willie.<br /></span>
<!-- Page 267 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_267" id="Page_267">[Pg 267]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_MARQUIS_OF_HUNTLEYS_RETREAT_FROM_THE_BATTLE_OF_SHERIFFMUIR" id="THE_MARQUIS_OF_HUNTLEYS_RETREAT_FROM_THE_BATTLE_OF_SHERIFFMUIR"></a>THE MARQUIS OF HUNTLEY'S RETREAT FROM THE BATTLE OF SHERIFFMUIR.</h3>
<p class="center">See <a href="#Page_156">p. 156</a>. From <i>A New Book of Old Ballads</i>, p. 30.</p>
<p>Hogg inserted this ballad in the <i>Jacobite Relics</i>, ii. 13, using, says
Maidment, the editor of the publication cited above, a very imperfect
manuscript copy. The following version was taken from the original
broad-side, supposed to be unique. There are very considerable
variations in the language of the two copies, and the order of the
stanzas is quite different. This says Hogg, "is exclusively a party
song, made by some of the Grants, or their adherents, in obloquy of
their more potent neighbours, the Gordons. It is in a great measure
untrue; for, though the Marquis of Huntley was on the left wing at the
head of a body of horse, and among the gentlemen that fled, yet two
battalions of Gordons, or at least of Gordon's vassals, perhaps mostly
of the Clan Chattan, behaved themselves as well as any on the field, and
were particularly instrumental in breaking the Whig cavalry, or the left
wing of their army, and driving them back among their foot. On this
account, as well as that of the bitter personalities that it contains,
the "song is only curious as an inveterate party song, and not as a
genuine humorous description of the fight that the Marquis and his
friends were in. The latter part of<!-- Page 268 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_268" id="Page_268">[Pg 268]</a></span> the [third] stanza seems to allude
to an engagement that took place at Dollar, on the 24th October, a
fortnight previous to the battle of Sheriffmuir. Mar had despatched a
small body of cavalry to force an assessment from the town of
Dunfermline, of which Argyle getting notice, sent out a stronger party,
who surprised them early in the morning before daylight, and arrested
them, killing some and taking seventeen prisoners, several of whom were
Gordons. The last stanza [but one] evidently alludes to the final
submission of the Marquis and the rest of the Gordons to King George's
government, which they did to the Grants and the Earl of Sutherland. The
former had previously taken possession of Castle Gordon; of course, the
malicious bard of the Grants, with his ill-scraped pen, was not to let
that instance of the humiliation of his illustrious neighbours pass
unnoticed.—<span class="smcap">Jacobite Relics</span>, vol. ii. p. 255.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From Bogie side to Bogie Gight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Gordons all conveen'd, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With all their might, to battle <a name="LNanchor_A19_3" id="LNanchor_A19_3"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_3" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">wight,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Together <a name="LNanchor_A19_4" id="LNanchor_A19_4"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_4" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">close</a> they join'd, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To set their king upon the throne,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to protect the church, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But fy for shame! they soon ran hame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And left him in the lurch, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow as the Marquis ran,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Coming from Dumblane, man!</i><br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Strabogie did b—t itself,</i><br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>And Enzie was not clean, man.</i><!-- Page 269 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_269" id="Page_269">[Pg 269]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Their chieftain was a man of fame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doughty deeds had wrought, man,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which future ages still shall name,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And tell how well he fought, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For when the battle did begin,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Immediately his Grace, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Put spurs to <a name="LNanchor_A19_15" id="LNanchor_A19_15"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_15" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Florance</a>, and so ran<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">By all, and wan the race, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Marquis' horse was first sent forth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Glenbucket's foot to back them,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give a proof what they were worth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If rebels durst attack them.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With loud huzzas to Huntly's praise,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They near'd Dumfermling Green, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But fifty horse, and de'il ane mair,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Turn'd many a Highland clan, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The second chieftain of that clan,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For fear that he should die, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To gain the honour of his name,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Rais'd first the mutinie, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then he wrote unto his Grace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The great Duke of Argyle, man,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And swore, if he would grant him peace,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Tories he'd beguile, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><!-- Page 270 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_270" id="Page_270">[Pg 270]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A19_33" id="LNanchor_A19_33"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_33" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">The Master with the bullie's face,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And with the coward's heart, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who never fails, to his disgrace,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To act a traitor's part, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He join'd Drumboig, the greatest knave<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In all the shire of Fife, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He was the first the cause did leave,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By council of his wife, man.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A member of the tricking trade,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">An Ogilvie by name, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Consulter of the grumbling club,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To his eternal shame, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who would have thought, when he came out,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That ever he would fail, man?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And like a fool, did eat the cow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And worried on the tail, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A19_49" id="LNanchor_A19_49"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_49" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Meffan Smith</a>, at Sheriff Muir,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gart folk believe he fought, man;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But well it's known, that all he did,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That day it serv'd for nought, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For towards night, when Mar march'd off,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Smith was put in the rere, man;<!-- Page 271 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_271" id="Page_271">[Pg 271]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He curs'd, he swore, he baul[lè]d out,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">He would not stay for fear, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But at the first he seem'd to be<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A man of good renown, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when the grumbling work began,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He prov'd an arrant lown, man.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against Mar, and a royal war,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A letter he did forge, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against his Prince, he wrote nonsense,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And swore by <a name="LNanchor_A19_64" id="LNanchor_A19_64"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_64" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Royal George</a>, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">At Poineth boat, <a name="LNanchor_A19_65" id="LNanchor_A19_65"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_65" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Mr. Francis Stewart,</a><span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">A valiant hero stood, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In acting of a royal part,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Cause of the royal blood, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when at Sheriff Moor he found<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That bolting would not do it,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He, brother like, did quite his ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ne're came back unto it.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brunstane said it was not fear<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That made him stay behind, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But that he had resolv'd that day<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To sleep in a whole skin, man.<!-- Page 272 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_272" id="Page_272">[Pg 272]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gout, he said, made him take [bed],<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When battle first began, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when he heard his Marquis fled,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He took his heels and ran, man.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sir James of Park, he left his horse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In the middle of a wall, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And durst not stay to take him out,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For fear a knight should fall, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Maien he let such a crack,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And shewed a pantick fear, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Craigieheads swore he was shot,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And curs'd the chance of wear, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When they march'd on the Sheriff Moor,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With courage stout and keen, man;<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who would have thought the Gordons gay<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That day should quite the green, man?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Auchleacher and Auchanachie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all the Gordon tribe, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like their great Marquis, they could not<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The smell of powder bide, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Glenbuicket cryed, "Plague on you all,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For Gordons do no good, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For all that fled this day, it is<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Them of the Seaton blood, man."<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Clashtirim said it was not so,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that he'd make appear, man;<!-- Page 273 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_273" id="Page_273">[Pg 273]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he, a Seaton, stood that day,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When Gordons ran for fear, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Gordons they are kittle flaws,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">They'll fight with heart and hand, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When they met in Strathbogie raws<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On Thursday afternoon, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when the Grants came doun the brae,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their Enzie shook for fear, man;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all the lairds rode up themselves,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With horse and riding gear, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A19_113" id="LNanchor_A19_113"></a><a href="#Linenote_A19_113" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Cluny</a> plays his game of chess,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As sure as any thing, man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And like the royal Gordons race,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gave check unto the king, man.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Without a queen, its clearly seen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This game cannot recover;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'd do my best, then in great haste<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Play up the rook Hanover.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
<span class="i6"><i>Vow, &c.</i><br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_3" id="Linenote_A19_3"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_3" title="link to line number">3</a>. weight.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_4" id="Linenote_A19_4"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_4" title="link to line number">4</a>. closs.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_15" id="Linenote_A19_15"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_15" title="link to line number">15</a>. His horse, so called from having been a present from the
Grand Duke of Tuscany.—M.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_33" id="Linenote_A19_33"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_33" title="link to line number">33</a>. Master of Sinclair, whose Court-Martial has been printed
with an exceedingly interesting preface by Sir Walter Scott, as his
contribution to the Roxburgh Club.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_49" id="Linenote_A19_49"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_49" title="link to line number">49</a>. David Smith was then proprietor of Methven, an estate in
Perthshire. He died in 1735. Douglas, in his Baronage, terms him, "a man
of good parts, great sagacity, and economy."—M.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_64" id="Linenote_A19_64"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_64" title="link to line number">64</a>. Altered in MS. to "German George."—M.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_65" id="Linenote_A19_65"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_65" title="link to line number">65</a>. Brother to Charles, 5th Earl of Moray. Upon his brother's
death, 7th October, 1735, he became the 6th Earl. He died in the 66th
year of his age, on the 11th December, 1739.—M.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A19_113" id="Linenote_A19_113"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A19_113" title="link to line number">113</a>. This seems rather Gordon of Cluny than Cluny Macpherson.
The estate of Cluny has passed from the ancient race, though still
possessed by a Gordon.—M.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 274 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_274" id="Page_274">[Pg 274]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="JOHNIE_COPE_See_p_168" id="JOHNIE_COPE_See_p_168"></a>JOHNIE COPE. See p. 168.</h3>
<p class="center">Johnson's <i>Museum</i> (1853), vol. iv. p. 220, Ritson's <i>Scottish Songs</i>,
ii. 84.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cope sent a challenge frae Dunbar,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Charlie meet me, an ye daur,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And I'll learn you the airt of war,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">If you'll meet wi' me in the morning."<br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! are ye waking yet?</i><br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Or are your drums a-beating yet?</i><br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>If ye were waking, I would wait</i><br /></span>
<span class="i12"><i>To gang to the coals i' the morning.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Charlie looked the letter upon,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He drew his sword the scabbard from,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Come, follow me, my merry men,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And we'll meet Johnie Cope i' the morning."<br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now, Johnie, be as good as your word,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come let us try baith fire and sword,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And dinna flee like a frighted bird,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That's chased frae its nest i' the morning."<br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Johnie Cope he heard of this,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He thought it wadna be amiss<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hae a horse in readiness,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">To flee awa i' the morning.<br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! &c.</i><!-- Page 275 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_275" id="Page_275">[Pg 275]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Fye now, Johnie, get up and rin,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The Highland bagpipes mak a din;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">It's best to sleep in a hale skin,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For 'twill be a bluddie morning."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Johnie Cope to Dunbar came<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They spear'd at him, "Where's a' your men?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"The deil confound me gin I ken,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For I left them a' i' the morning."<br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Now Johnie, troth, ye were na blate<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To come wi' the news o' your ain defeat,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leave your men in sic a strait,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">So early in the morning."<br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! &c.</i><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"In faith," quo Johnie, "I got sic flegs<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wi' their claymores and filabegs,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">If I face them [again], deil break my legs,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">So I wish you a' good morning."<br /></span>
<span class="i8"><i>Hey, Johnie Cope! &c.</i><br /></span>
<!-- Page 276 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_276" id="Page_276">[Pg 276]</a></span></div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="KING_LEIR_AND_HIS_THREE_DAUGHTERS" id="KING_LEIR_AND_HIS_THREE_DAUGHTERS"></a>KING LEIR AND HIS THREE DAUGHTERS.</h3>
<p>From <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, ii. 8. The same, with one or two
trifling verbal differences, in Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, i. 246.</p>
<p>This story was originally told by Geoffrey of Monmouth, <i>Historia
Britonum</i>, lib. ii. c. 2. It occurs in two forms in the <i>Gesta
Romanorum</i>: see Madden's <i>Old English Versions</i>, p. 44, p. 450.</p>
<p>Shakespeare's <i>King Lear</i> was first printed in 1608, and is supposed to
have been written between 1603 and 1605. Another drama on the subject
was printed in 1605, called <i>The true Chronicle History of King Leir and
his Three Daughters, Gonorill, Ragan, and Cordella</i>. This was probably
only a new impression of a piece entered in the Stationers' Registers as
early as 1594. The ballad which follows agrees with Shakespeare's play
in several particulars in which Shakespeare varies from the older drama
and from Holinshed, the authority of both dramas. The name Cordelia is
also found in place of the Cordella of the <i>Chronicle History</i>; but, on
the other hand, we have Ragan instead of Shakespeare's Regan. In the
absence of a date, we are unable to determine whether the ballad was
written prior to the play of <i>King Lear</i>, or was founded upon it.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">King Leir once ruléd in this land<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With princely power and peace,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And had all things, with hearts content,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That might his joys increase.<br /></span>
<!-- Page 277 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_277" id="Page_277">[Pg 277]</a></span><span class="i0">Amongst those things that nature gave,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Three daughters fair had he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">So princely seeming beautiful,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">As fairer could not be.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">So on a time it pleas'd the king<br /></span>
<span class="i4">A question thus to move,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which of his daughters to his grace<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Could shew the dearest love:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"For to my age you bring content,"<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Quoth he, "then let me hear,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which of you three in plighted troth<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">The kindest will appear."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">To whom the eldest thus began:<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Dear father, mind," quoth she,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Before your face, to do you good,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My blood shall rendred be.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And for your sake my bleeding heart<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Shall here be cut in twain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ere that I see your reverend age<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The smallest grief sustain."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And so will I," the second said;<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Dear father, for your sake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The worst of all extremities<br /></span>
<span class="i4">I'll gently undertake:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And serve your highness night and day<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With diligence and love;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That sweet content and quietness<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Discomforts may remove."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"In doing so, you glad my soul,"<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The aged king reply'd;<!-- Page 278 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_278" id="Page_278">[Pg 278]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"But what say'st thou, my youngest girl?<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">How is thy love ally'd?"<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"My love," quoth young Cordelia then,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Which to your grace I owe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall be the duty of a child,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And that is all I'll show."<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And wilt thou shew no more," quoth he,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Than doth thy duty bind?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I well perceive thy love is small,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">When as no more I find.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Henceforth I banish thee my court;<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Thou art no child of mine;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nor any part of this my realm<br /></span>
<span class="i4">By favour shall be thine.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thy elder sisters' loves are more<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Than well I can demand;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whom I equally bestow<br /></span>
<span class="i4">My kingdom and my land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My pompous state and all my goods,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That lovingly I may<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With those thy sisters be maintain'd<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Until my dying day."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus flattering speeches won renown,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">By these two sisters here;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The third had causeless banishment,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet was her love more dear.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For poor Cordelia patiently<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Went wandring up and down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unhelp'd, unpitied, gentle maid,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Through many an English town.<!-- Page 279 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_279" id="Page_279">[Pg 279]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Until at last in famous France<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">She gentler fortunes found;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though poor and bare, yet she was deem'd<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The fairest on the ground:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where when the king her virtues heard,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And this fair lady seen,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With full consent of all his court<br /></span>
<span class="i4">He made his wife and queen.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her father, old King Leir, this while<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With his two daughters staid;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Forgetful of their promis'd loves,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Full soon the same <a name="LNanchor_A21_76" id="LNanchor_A21_76"></a><a href="#Linenote_A21_76" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">decay'd</a>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And living in Queen Ragan's court,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The eldest of the twain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She took from him his chiefest means,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And most of all his train.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For whereas twenty men were wont<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To wait with bended knee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She gave allowance but to ten,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">And after scarce to three,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Nay, one she thought too much for him;<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">So took she all away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In hope that in her court, good king,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">He would no longer stay.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Am I rewarded thus," quoth he,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"In giving all I have<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto my children, and to beg<br /></span>
<span class="i4">For what I lately gave?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'll go unto my Gonorel:<!-- Page 280 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_280" id="Page_280">[Pg 280]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">My second child, I know,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Will be more kind and pitiful,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">And will relieve my woe."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Full fast he hies then to her court;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Where, when she hears his moan,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Return'd him answer, that she griev'd<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That all his means were gone;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But no way could relieve his wants;<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Yet if that he would stay<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Within her kitchen, he should have<br /></span>
<span class="i4">What scullions gave away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When he had heard, with bitter tears,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">He made his answer then;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"In what I did, let me be made<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Example to all men.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I will return again," quoth he,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">"Unto my Ragan's court;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She will not use me thus, I hope,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">But in a kinder sort."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Where when he came, she gave command<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To drive him thence away:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When he was well within her court,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">She said, he would not stay.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then back again to Gonorell<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The woeful king did hie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That in her kitchen he might have<br /></span>
<span class="i4">What scullion boys set by.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But there of that he was deny'd<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Which she had promis'd late:<!-- Page 281 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_281" id="Page_281">[Pg 281]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For once refusing, he should not<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Come after to her gate.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus twixt his daughters for relief<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">He wandred up and down,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Being glad to feed on beggars food,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">That lately wore a crown.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And calling to remembrance then<br /></span>
<span class="i4">His youngest daughter's words,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That said, the duty of a child<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Was all that love affords—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But doubting to repair to her,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Whom he had banish'd so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Grew frantick mad; for in his mind<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">He bore the wounds of woe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Which made him rend his milk-white locks<br /></span>
<span class="i5">And tresses from his head,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all with blood bestain his cheeks,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">With age and honour spread.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To hills and woods and watry founts<br /></span>
<span class="i4">He made his hourly moan,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till hills and woods and senseless things<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Did seem to sigh and groan.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Ev'n thus posses'd with discontents,<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">He passed o'er to France,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In hopes from fair Cordelia there<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To find some gentler chance.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Most virtuous dame! which, when she heard<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Of this her father's grief,<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">As duty bound, she quickly sent<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Him comfort and relief.<!-- Page 282 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_282" id="Page_282">[Pg 282]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And by a train of noble peers,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">In brave and gallant sort,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She gave in charge he should be brought<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">To Aganippus' court;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose royal king, <a name="LNanchor_A21_157" id="LNanchor_A21_157"></a><a href="#Linenote_A21_157" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">with noble</a> mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">So freely gave consent<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To muster up his knights at arms,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To fame and courage bent.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And so to England came with speed,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">To repossess King Leir,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And drive his daughters from their thrones<br /></span>
<span class="i4">By his Cordelia dear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where she, true-hearted, noble queen,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">Was in the battel slain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet he, good king, in his old days,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Possess'd his crown again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But when he heard Cordelia's death,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">Who died indeed for love<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of her dear father, in whose cause<br /></span>
<span class="i4">She did this battel move,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He swooning fell upon her breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i4">From whence he never parted;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But on her bosom left his life<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i4">That was so truly hearted.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The lords and nobles, when they saw<br /></span>
<span class="i4">The end of these events,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The other sisters unto death<br /></span>
<!-- Page 283 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_283" id="Page_283">[Pg 283]</a></span><span class="i4">They doomed by consents;<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And being dead, their crowns they left<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto the next of kin:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus have you seen the fall of pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And disobedient sin.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A21_76" id="Linenote_A21_76"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A21_76" title="link to line number">76</a> deny'd.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A21_157" id="Linenote_A21_157"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A21_157" title="link to line number">157</a>. whose noble.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="FAIR_ROSAMOND" id="FAIR_ROSAMOND"></a>FAIR ROSAMOND.</h3>
<p>The celebrated mistress of Henry the Second was daughter to Walter
Clifford, a baron of Herefordshire. She bore the king two sons, one of
them while he was still Duke of Normandy. Before her death she retired
to the convent of Godstow, and there she was buried; but Hugh, Bishop of
Lincoln, not courtly enough to distinguish between royal and vulgar
immoralities, caused her body to be removed, and interred in the common
cemetery, "lest Christian religion should grow in contempt."</p>
<p>The story of Queen Eleanor's poisoning her rival is not confirmed by the
old writers, though they mention the labyrinth. All the romance in
Rosamond's history appears to be the offspring of popular fancy. Percy
has collected the principal passages from the chronicles in his preface
to the ballad.</p>
<p><i>Fair Rosamond</i> is the work of Thomas Deloney, a well-known ballad-maker
who died about 1600. Our copy is the earliest that is known, and is
taken from Deloney's <i>Strange Histories</i>, ed. of 1607, as reprinted by
the Percy Society, vol. iii. p. 54. The same is found in the <i>Crown
Garland of Golden Roses</i>, ed. 1659 (Per. Soc. vol. vi. p. 12), and in
the <i>Garland of Good Will</i>, ed. 1678 (Per. Soc. vol. xxx. p. 1.):<!-- Page 284 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_284" id="Page_284">[Pg 284]</a></span> and
besides, with trifling variations, in <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, i.
11, Percy's <i>Reliques</i>, ii. 151, and Ritson's <i>Ancient Songs</i>, ii. 120,
from black-letter copies.</p>
<p>Another ballad with the title of the <i>Unfortunate Concubine, or,
Rosamond's Overthrow</i>, is given in the collection of 1723, vol. i. p. 1.
The story is also treated in the forty-first chapter of Warner's
<i>Albion's England</i>. Warner has at least one good stanza,<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> which is
more than can be said of this wretched, but very popular, production.</p>
<p>Some corrections have been adopted from the <i>Crown Garland of Golden
Roses</i>.</p>
<div class="footnote">
<p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With that she dasht her on the lips,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">So dyèd double red;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Hard was the heart that gave the blow,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Soft were those lips that bled.<br /></span>
</div></div>
</div>
<hr />
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When as King Henrie rul'd this land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The second of that name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beside the Queene, he dearly loved<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A faire and princely dame.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Most peerelesse was her beautie found,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her favour, and her face;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A sweeter creature in this world<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did never prince imbrace.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her crisped locks like threades of gold<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Appeared to each mans sight;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her comely eyes, like orient pearles,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did cast a heavenly light.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The blood within her cristall cheekes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did such a cullour drive,<!-- Page 285 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_285" id="Page_285">[Pg 285]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">As though the lilly and the rose<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For maistership did strive.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Yea Rosamond, fair Rosamond,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her name was called so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To whome dame Elinor, our queene,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was knowne a cruell foe.<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The king therefore, for her defence<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Against the furious queene,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Woodstocke buylded such a bower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The like was never seene.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Most curiously that bower was buylt,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of stone and timber strong;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A hundred and fiftie doores<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did to that bower belong:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they so cunningly contriv'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With turning round about,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">That none but by a clew of thread<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Could enter in or out.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And for his love and ladyes sake,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That was so fair and bright,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The keeping of this bower he gave<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto a valiant knight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But fortune, that doth often frowne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where she before did smile,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The kinges delight, the ladyes joy<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full soone she did beguile.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For why, the kings ungracious sonne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whom he did high advance,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against his father raised warres<!-- Page 286 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_286" id="Page_286">[Pg 286]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within the realme of France.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet before our comely king<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The English land forsooke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of Rosamond, his ladye faire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His farewell thus he tooke:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My Rosamond, my onely Rose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That pleaseth best mine eye,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The fairest Rose in all the world<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To feed my fantasie,—<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"The flower of my affected heart,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose sweetness doth excell,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">My royall Rose, a hundred times<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">I bid thee now farewell!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For I must leave my fairest flower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My sweetest Rose, a space,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And crosse the seas to famous France,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Proude rebels to abace.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"But yet, my Rose, be sure thou shalt<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My comming shortly see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And in my heart, while hence I am,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ile beare my Rose with mee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Rosamond, that lady bright,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did heare the king say so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sorrow of her greeved heart<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her outward lookes did show.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from her cleare and cristall eyes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The teares gusht out apace,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which, like the silver-pearled deaw,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ran downe her comely face.<!-- Page 287 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_287" id="Page_287">[Pg 287]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Her lippes, like to a corrall red,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did waxe both wan and pale,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And for the sorrow she conceived<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her vitall spirits did fayle.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And falling downe all in a <a name="LNanchor_A22_77" id="LNanchor_A22_77"></a><a href="#Linenote_A22_77" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">swound</a><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before King Henries face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Full oft betweene his princely armes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her corpes he did imbrace.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And twenty times, with waterie eyes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He kist her tender cheeke,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Untill <a name="LNanchor_A22_83" id="LNanchor_A22_83"></a><a href="#Linenote_A22_83" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">she had received</a> againe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her senses milde and meeke.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose?"<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">The king did ever say:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Because," quoth she, "to bloody warres<br /></span>
<span class="i2">My lord must part away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"But sithe your Grace in forraine coastes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Among your foes unkind,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Must go to hazard life and limme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Why should I stay behind?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Nay, rather let me, like a page,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your <a name="LNanchor_A22_94" id="LNanchor_A22_94"></a><a href="#Linenote_A22_94" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">sword</a> and target beare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That on my breast the blow may light,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which should annoy you there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O let me, in your royall tent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Prepare your bed at night,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with sweet baths refresh your grace,<!-- Page 288 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_288" id="Page_288">[Pg 288]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">At your returne from fight.<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"So I your presence may enjoy,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">No toyle I <a name="LNanchor_A22_102" id="LNanchor_A22_102"></a><a href="#Linenote_A22_102" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">will refuse</a>;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wanting you, my life is death:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which doth true love abuse."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Content thy selfe, my dearest friend,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thy rest at home shall bee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In <a name="LNanchor_A22_107" id="LNanchor_A22_107"></a><a href="#Linenote_A22_107" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">England's</a> sweete and pleasant soyle;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For travaile fits not thee.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Faire ladyes brooke not bloody warres;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sweete peace their pleasures breede,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The nourisher of hearts content,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which fancie first doth feede.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My Rose shall rest in Woodstocke bower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With musickes sweete delight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">While I among the pierceing pikes<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Against my foes do fight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"My Rose in <a name="LNanchor_A22_117" id="LNanchor_A22_117"></a><a href="#Linenote_A22_117" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">robes of pearl and gold</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With diamonds richly dight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Shall daunce the galliards of my love,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While I my foes do smite.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To <a name="LNanchor_A22_122" id="LNanchor_A22_122"></a><a href="#Linenote_A22_122" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">be</a> my loves defence,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Be carefull of my gallant Rose<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When I am parted hence."<br /></span>
<!-- Page 289 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_289" id="Page_289">[Pg 289]</a></span><span class="i0">And therewithall he fetcht a sigh,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As though his heart would breake:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And Rosamond, for inward griefe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Not one plaine word could speake.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And at their parting well they might<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In heart be grieved sore:<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">After that day, faire Rosamond<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The King did see no more.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For when his Grace had past the seas,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And into France was gone,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Queene Elinor, with envious heart,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Woodstocke came anone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And foorth she cald this trusty knight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which kept the curious bower,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who, with his clew of twined threed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Came from that famous flower.<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when that they had wounded him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The queene his threed did get,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And went where lady Rosamond<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was like an angell set.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when the queene with stedfast eye<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Beheld her heavenly face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She was amazed in her minde<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At her exceeding grace.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Cast off from thee thy robes," she sayd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"That rich and costly be;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And drinke thou up this deadly draught,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which I have brought for thee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But presently upon her knees<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sweet Rosamond did fall;<!-- Page 290 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_290" id="Page_290">[Pg 290]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And pardon of the queene she crav'd<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For her offences all.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Take pittie on my youthfull yeares,"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Faire Rosamond did cry;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"And let me not with poyson strong<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Inforcèd be to die.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"I will renounce this sinfull life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And in a cloyster bide;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or else be banisht, if you please,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To range the world so wide.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"And for the fault which I have done,<span class="linenum">165</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Though I was forst thereto,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Preserve my life, and punish me<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As you thinke good to do."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And with these words, her lilly hands<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She wrang full often there;<span class="linenum">170</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And downe along her lovely cheekes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Proceeded many a teare.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But nothing could this furious queene<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therewith appeased bee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The cup of deadly poyson filld,<span class="linenum">175</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As she sat on her knee,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She gave the comely dame to drinke;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who tooke it in her hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And from her bended knee arose,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And on her feet did stand.<span class="linenum">180</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And casting up her eyes to heaven,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She did for mercy call;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And drinking up the poyson then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her life she lost withall.<!-- Page 291 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_291" id="Page_291">[Pg 291]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when that death through every lim<span class="linenum">185</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had done his greatest spite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her chiefest foes did plaine confesse<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She was a glorious wight.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her body then they did intombe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When life was fled away,<span class="linenum">190</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Godstow, neere [to] Oxford towne,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As may be seene this day.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A22_77" id="Linenote_A22_77"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A22_77" title="link to line number">77</a>. sound.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A22_83" id="Linenote_A22_83"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A22_83" title="link to line number">83</a>. he had reviv'd.—<i>C. G.</i></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A22_94" id="Linenote_A22_94"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A22_94" title="link to line number">94</a>. shield: sword, <i>Garl. G. W.</i></p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A22_102" id="Linenote_A22_102"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A22_102" title="link to line number">102</a>. must refuse.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A22_107" id="Linenote_A22_107"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A22_107" title="link to line number">107</a>. England.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A22_117" id="Linenote_A22_117"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A22_117" title="link to line number">117</a>. robes and pearls of gold.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A22_122" id="Linenote_A22_122"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A22_122" title="link to line number">122</a>. beare.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="QUEEN_ELEANORS_FALL" id="QUEEN_ELEANORS_FALL"></a>QUEEN ELEANOR'S FALL.</h3>
<p class="center"><i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, i. 97.</p>
<p>"I never was more surprised," says the editor of the Collection of 1723,
"than at the sight of the following ballad; little expecting to see
pride and wickedness laid to the charge of the most affable and most
virtuous of women: whose glorious actions are not recorded by <i>our</i>
historians only; for no foreign writers, who have touched upon those
early times, have in silence passed over this illustrious princess, and
every nation rings with the praise of Eleonora Isabella of Castile, King
Edward's Queen. Father Le Monie, who (in his <i>Gallérie des Femmes
Fortes</i>) has searched all Christendom round, from its very infancy to
the last age, for five heroines, very partially bestows the first place
upon one of his own country-women, but gives the second, with a far
superior character, to this queen."</p>
<p>In this absurdly false and ignorant production, the well-beloved
Eleonora of Castile is no doubt con<!-- Page 292 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_292" id="Page_292">[Pg 292]</a></span>founded with her most unpopular
mother-in-law, Eleanor of Provence, the wife of Henry the Third, whose
luxurious habits, and quarrels with the city of London, might afford
some shadow of a basis for the impossible slanders of the ballad-singer.
Queenhithe was a quay, the tolls of which formed part of the revenue of
the Queen, and Eleanor of Provence rendered herself extremely odious by
compelling vessels, for the sake of her fees, to unlade there.
Charing-cross was one of thirteen monuments raised by Edward the First
at the stages, where his queen's body rested, on its progress from the
place of her decease to Westminster. In the connection of both these
places with the name of a Queen Eleanor may be found (as Miss Strickland
suggests in her <i>Lives of the Queens</i>) the germ of the marvellous story
of the disappearance at Charing-cross and the resurrection at
Queenhithe.</p>
<p>That portion of the story which relates to the cruelty exercised by the
queen towards the Lord Mayor's wife is borrowed from the <i>Gesta
Romanorum</i>. See Madden's <i>Old English Versions</i>, &c. p. 226, <i>Olimpus
the Emperour</i>. Peele's <i>Chronicle History of Edward the First</i> exhibits
the same misrepresentations of Eleanor of Castile. See what is said of
this play in connection with the ballad of <i>Queen Eleanor's Confession</i>,
vol. vi. p. 209. The whole title of the ballad is:—</p>
<p>A Warning Piece to England against Pride and Wickedness:</p>
<div class="blockquot"><p>Being the Fall of Queen Eleanor, Wife to Edward the First, King of
England; who, for her pride, by God's Judgments, sunk into the
Ground at Charing-cross and rose at Queenhithe. </p></div><p><!-- Page 293 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_293" id="Page_293">[Pg 293]</a></span></p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When Edward was in England king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The first of all that name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Proud Ellinor he made his queen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A stately Spanish dame:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose wicked life, and sinful pride,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thro' England did excel:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To dainty dames, and gallant maids,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This queen was known full well.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She was the first that did invent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In coaches brave to ride;<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She was the first that brought this land<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To deadly sin of pride.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">No English taylor here could serve<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To make her rich attire;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But sent for taylors into Spain,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To feed her vain desire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They brought in fashions strange and new,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With golden garments bright;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The farthingale, and mighty ruff,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With gowns of rich delight:<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The London dames, in Spanish pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did flourish every where;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Our English men, like women then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did wear long locks of hair.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Both man and child, both maid and wife,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were drown'd in pride of Spain:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thought the Spanish taylors then<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our English men did stain:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereat the queen did much despite,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 294 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_294" id="Page_294">[Pg 294]</a></span><span class="i2">To see our English men<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In vestures clad, as brave to see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As any Spaniard then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She crav'd the king, that ev'ry man<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That wore long locks of hair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Might then be cut and polled all,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Or shaved very near.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereat the king did seem content,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And soon thereto agreed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And first commanded, that his own<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should then be cut with speed:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And after that, to please his queen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Proclaimed thro' the land,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That ev'ry man that wore long hair<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Should poll him out of hand.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But yet this Spaniard, not content,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To women bore a spite,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then requested of the king,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Against all law and right,<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That ev'ry womankind should have<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Their right breast cut away;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And then with burning irons sear'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The blood to stanch and stay!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Edward then, perceiving well<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her spite to womankind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Devised soon by policy<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To turn her bloody mind.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He sent for burning irons straight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">All sparkling hot to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And said, "O queen, come on thy way;<!-- Page 295 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_295" id="Page_295">[Pg 295]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I will begin with thee."<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which words did much displease the queen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That penance to begin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But ask'd him pardon on her knees;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who gave her grace therein.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But afterwards she chanc'd to pass<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Along brave London streets,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereas the mayor of London's wife<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In stately sort she meets;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With music, mirth, and melody,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Unto the church they went,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give God thanks, that to th' lord mayor<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A noble son had sent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It grieved much this spiteful queen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To see that any one<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Should so exceed in mirth and joy,<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Except herself alone:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For which, she after did devise<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within her bloody mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And practis'd still more secretly,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To kill this lady kind.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Unto the mayor of London then<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She sent her letters straight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To send his lady to the court,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon her grace to wait.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But when the London lady came<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Before proud El'nor's face,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She stript her from her rich array,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And kept her vile and base.<!-- Page 296 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_296" id="Page_296">[Pg 296]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">She sent her into Wales with speed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And kept her secret there,<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And us'd her still more cruelly<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Than ever man did hear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She made her wash, she made her starch,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She made her drudge alway;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She made her nurse up children small,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And labour night and day.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But this contented not the queen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But shew'd her most despite;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She bound this lady to a post,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At twelve a clock at night;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And as, poor lady, she stood bound,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The queen, in angry mood,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bid set two snakes unto her breast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That suck'd away her blood.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus died the mayor of London's wife,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Most grievous for to hear;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which made the Spaniard grow more proud,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As after shall appear.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The wheat that daily made her bread<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was bolted twenty times;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The food that fed this stately dame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was boil'd in costly wines.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The water that did spring from ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She would not touch at all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But wash'd her hands with the dew of heav'n,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">That on sweet roses fall.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She bath'd her body many a time<!-- Page 297 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_297" id="Page_297">[Pg 297]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">In fountains fill'd with milk;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And ev'ry day did change attire,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In costly Median silk.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But coming then to London back,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within her coach of gold,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A tempest strange within the skies<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This queen did there behold:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Out of which storm she could not go,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">But there remain'd a space;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Four horses could not stir the coach<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A foot out of the place.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A judgment lately sent from heav'n,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For shedding guiltless blood,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Upon this sinful queen, that slew<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The London lady good!<br /></span>
<span class="i0">King Edward then, as wisdom will'd,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Accus'd her of that deed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But she denied, and wish'd that God<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Would send his wrath with speed,—<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If that upon so vile a thing<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her heart did ever think,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She wish'd the ground might open wide,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And she therein might sink!<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With that, at Charing-cross she sunk<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Into the ground alive,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And after rose with life again,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In London, at Queenhithe.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When, after that, she languish'd sore<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Full twenty days in pain,<!-- Page 298 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_298" id="Page_298">[Pg 298]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">At last confess'd the lady's blood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her guilty hand had slain:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And likewise, how that by a fryar<br /></span>
<span class="i2">She had a base-born child;<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whose sinful lusts and wickedness<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her marriage bed defil'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus have you heard the fall of pride,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A just reward of sin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For those who will forswear themselves,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">God's vengeance daily win.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beware of pride, ye courtly dames,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Both wives and maidens all;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bear this imprinted on your mind,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That pride must have a fall.<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<h3><a name="THE_DUCHESS_OF_SUFFOLKS_CALAMITY" id="THE_DUCHESS_OF_SUFFOLKS_CALAMITY"></a>THE DUCHESS OF SUFFOLK'S CALAMITY.</h3>
<p>From <i>Strange Histories</i>, p. 17 (Percy Society, vol. iii). Other copies,
with variations, are in <i>The Crown-Garland of Golden Roses</i>, Part II. p.
20 (Percy Society, vol. xv.), and <i>A Collection of Old Ballads</i>, iii.
91. The editor of <i>Strange Histories</i> informs us that a play on the same
subject as the ballad was written by Thomas Drew, or Drue, early in the
reign of James I., and printed in 1631, under the title of <i>The Duchess
of Suffolk, her Life</i>. He remarks further that both play and ballad was
founded upon the nar<!-- Page 299 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_299" id="Page_299">[Pg 299]</a></span>rative of Fox, anno 1558 [<i>Acts and Monuments</i>,
iii. 926, ed. 1641]; but the differences between Fox's account and the
story which follows are altogether too great for this supposition to be
true.</p>
<p>Katharine, daughter of Lord Willoughby of Eresby, was first married to
Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, and after his death to Richard Bertie,
Esq., with whom she was forced to fly from persecution in 1553, taking
refuge first in the Low Countries, and afterwards in Poland.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When God had taken for our sinne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That prudent prince, King Edward, away,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then bloudy Bonner did begin<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His raging mallice to bewray;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All those that did the Gospell professe<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He persecuted more or lesse.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus, when the Lord on us did lower,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Many in pryson did he throw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Tormenting them in <a name="LNanchor_A24_9" id="LNanchor_A24_9"></a><a href="#Linenote_A24_9" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Lollards tower</a>,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereby they might the trueth forgoe:<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then Cranmer, Ridley, and the rest,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Were burnt in fire, that Christ profest.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Smithfield was then with faggots fild,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And many places more beside;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At Coventry was Sanders kild,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">At Glocester eke good Hooper dyde;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to escape this bloudy day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Beyond-seas many fled away.<!-- Page 300 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_300" id="Page_300">[Pg 300]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Among the rest that sought reliefe<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And for their faith in daunger stood,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Lady Elizabeth was chiefe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">King Henries daughter of royall blood;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which in the Tower prisoner did lie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Looking each day when she should die.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Dutchesse of Suffolke, seeing this,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whose life likewise the tyrant sought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who in the hope of heavenly blisse<br /></span>
<span class="i2"><a name="LNanchor_A24_28" id="LNanchor_A24_28"></a><a href="#Linenote_A24_28" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Within God's word her comfort wrought,</a><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For feare of death was faine to flie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And leave her house most secretly.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">That for the love of Christ alone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her lands and goods she left behind,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Seeking still for that pretious stone,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The worde of trueth, so rare to find:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She with her nurse, her husband, and child,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">In poor array their sights beguild.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus through London they passed along,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Each one did passe a severall streete;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thus all unknowne, escaping wrong,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At Billings-gate they all did meete:<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Like people poore, in Gravesend barge,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They simply went with all their charge.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And all along from Gravesend towne<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With easie journeyes on foote they went;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto the sea-coast they came downe,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To passe the seas was their intent;<!-- Page 301 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_301" id="Page_301">[Pg 301]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And God provided so that day,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That they tooke shippe and sayld away.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And with a prosperous gale of wind<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Flanders safe they did arive;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">This was to their great ease of minde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which from their hearts much woe did drive;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And so with thanks to God on hie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They tooke their way to Germanie.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus as they traveld, thus disguisde,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon the high way sodainely<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By cruell theeves they were surprisde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Assaulting their small companie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And all their treasure and their store<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They tooke away, and beate them sore.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The nurse in middest of their fight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Laid downe the child upon the ground;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She ran away out of their sight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And never after that was found:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then did the Dutchesse make great mone<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With her good husband all alone.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The theeves had there their horses kilde,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And all their money quite had tooke;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The pretty babie, almost spild,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was by their nurse likewise forsooke,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they farre from their friends did stand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">All succourlesse in a strange land.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The skies likewise began to scowle;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">It hayld and raind in pittious sort;<!-- Page 302 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_302" id="Page_302">[Pg 302]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The way was long and wonderous foule;<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then may I now full well report<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Their griefe and sorrow was not small,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">When this unhappy chaunce did fall.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Sometime the Dutchesse bore the child,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As wet as ever she could be,<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And when the lady kind and mild<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Was wearie, then the child bore hee;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And thus they one another easde,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with their fortunes were well pleasde.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And after many wearied steppes,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">All wet-shod both in durt and myre,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">After much griefe, their hearts yet leapes,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">(For labour doth some rest require);<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A towne before them they did see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But lodgd therein they could not bee.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">From house to house they both did goe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Seeking where they that night might lie,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But want of money was their woe,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And still the babe with cold did crie;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With capp and knee they courtsey make,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But none on them would pittie take.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Loe here a princesse of great blood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did pray a peasant for reliefe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With tears bedewed as she stood!<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Yet few or none regardes her griefe;<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her speech they could not understand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But gave her a pennie in her hand.<!-- Page 303 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_303" id="Page_303">[Pg 303]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When all in vaine the paines was spent,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And that they could not house-roome get,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Into a church-porch then they went,<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To stand out of the raine and wet:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then said the Dutchesse to her deare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"O that we had some fier heere!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then did her husband so provide<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That fire and coales he got with speede;<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">She sate downe by the fiers side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To dresse her daughter, that had neede;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And while she drest it in her lapp,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her husband made the infant papp.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Anone the sexton thither came,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And finding them there by the fire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The drunken knave, all voyde of shame,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To drive them out was his desire:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And spurning forth this noble dame,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her husbands wrath it did inflame.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And all in furie as he stood,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He wroung the church-keies out of his hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And strooke him so, that all of blood<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His head ran downe where he did stand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Wherefor the sexton presently<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For helpe and ayde aloude did cry.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then came the officers in hast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And tooke the Dutchesse and her child,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with her husband thus they past,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Like lambes beset with tygers wild,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And to the governour were they brought,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who understood them not in ought.<!-- Page 304 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_304" id="Page_304">[Pg 304]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then Maister Bartue, brave and bold,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In Latine made a gallant speech,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which all their miserie did unfold,<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And their high favour did beseech:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With that, a doctor sitting by<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Did know the Dutchesse presently.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And thereupon arising straight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With minde abashed at their sight,<span class="linenum">140</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto them all that there did waight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He thus brake forth, in wordes aright:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Behold within your sight," quoth hee,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"A princesse of most high degree."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With that the governour and the rest<span class="linenum">145</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Were all amazde the same to heare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And welcomméd these new-come guestes<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With reverence great and princely cheare;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And afterward conveyd they were<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Unto their friend Prince Cassemere.<span class="linenum">150</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">A sonne she had in Germanie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Peregrine Bartue cald by name,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Surnamde The Good Lord Willobie,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Of courage great and worthie fame.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Her daughter young, which with her went,<span class="linenum">155</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was afterward Countesse of Kent.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">For when Queene Mary was deceast,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The Dutchesse home returnde againe,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Who was of sorrow quite releast<br /></span>
<span class="i2">By Queene Elizabeth's happie raigne:<span class="linenum">160</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">For whose life and prosperitie<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We may prayse God continually.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A24_9" id="Linenote_A24_9"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A24_9" title="link to line number">9</a>. There is said to be a place so called in the
archiepiscopal palace at Lambeth.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A24_28" id="Linenote_A24_28"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A24_28" title="link to line number">28</a>. <i>So</i>, C. G. G. R., for which in.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 305 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_305" id="Page_305">[Pg 305]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_FAMOUS_THO_STUKELY_AN_ENGLISH_GALLANT_IN_THE" id="THE_LIFE_AND_DEATH_OF_FAMOUS_THO_STUKELY_AN_ENGLISH_GALLANT_IN_THE"></a>THE LIFE AND DEATH OF FAMOUS THO. STUKELY, AN ENGLISH GALLANT IN THE
TIME OF QUEENE ELIZABETH, WHO ENDED HIS DAYES IN A BATTAILE OF KINGS IN
BARBARIE.</h3>
<p>Thomas Stuckley, says Fuller, "was a younger brother, of an ancient,
wealthy, and worshipful family, nigh Ilfracombe in this county [Devon],
being one of good parts; but valued the less by others, because
overprized by himself. Having prodigally mis-spent his patrimony, he
entered on several projects (the issue general of all decayed estates);
and first pitched on the peopling of Florida, then newly found out, in
the West Indies. So confident his ambition, that he blushed not to tell
Queen Elizabeth, 'that he preferred rather to be sovereign of a
mole-hill, than the highest subject to the greatest king in
Christendom;' adding, moreover, 'that he was assured he should be a
prince before his death.' 'I hope,' said Queen Elizabeth, 'I shall hear
from you, when you are stated in your principality.' 'I will write unto
you,' quoth Stuckley. 'In what language?' said the Queen. He returned,
'In the style of princes: To our dear sister.'</p>
<p>"His fair project of Florida being blasted for lack of money to pursue
it, he went over into Ireland, where he was frustrated of the preferment
he expected, and met such physic that turned his fever into frenzy; for
hereafter resolving treacherously to<!-- Page 306 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_306" id="Page_306">[Pg 306]</a></span> attempt what he could not loyally
achieve, he went over into Italy.</p>
<p>"It is incredible how quickly he wrought himself through the notice into
the favour, through the court into the chamber, yea closet, yea bosom of
Pope Pius Quintus; so that some wise men thought his Holiness did
forfeit a parcel of his infallibility in giving credit to such a
<i>glorioso</i>, vaunting that with three thousand soldiers he would beat all
the English out of Ireland.</p>
<p>"The Pope finding it cheaper to fill Stuckley's swelling sails with airy
titles than real gifts, created him Baron of Ross, Viscount Murrough,
Earl of Wexford, Marquis of Leinster; and then furnished this
title-top-heavy general with eight hundred soldiers, paid by the King of
Spain, for the Irish expedition.</p>
<p>"In passage thereunto, Stuckley lands at Portugal, just when Sebastian,
the king thereof, with two Moorish kings, were undertaking a voyage into
Africa. Stuckley, scorning to attend, is persuaded to accompany them.
Some thought he wholly quitted his Irish design, partly because loath to
be pent up in an island (the continent of Africa affording more
elbow-room for his achievements); partly because so mutable his mind, he
ever loved the last project (as mothers the youngest child) best. Others
conceive he took this African in order to his Irish design; such his
confidence of conquest, that his breakfast on the Turks would the better
enable him to dine on the English in Ireland.</p>
<p>"Landing in Africa, Stuckley gave council which was safe, seasonable,
and necessary; namely, that for two or three days they should refresh
their land soldiers; whereof some were sick, and some were weak,<!-- Page 307 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_307" id="Page_307">[Pg 307]</a></span> by
reason of their tempestuous passage. This would not be heard; so furious
was Don Sebastian to engage; as if he would pluck up the bays of victory
out of the ground, before they were grown up; and so, in the battle of
Alcaser, their army was wholly defeated: where Stuckley lost his life.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">'A fatal fight, where in one day was slain,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Three kings that were, and one that would be fain!'<br /></span>
</div></div>
<p>"This battle was fought anno 1578, where Stuckley, with his eight
hundred men, behaved himself most valiantly, till overpowered with
multitude." <i>Worthies of England</i>, by Nuttall, i. 414.</p>
<p>Mr. Dyce, in his prefatory note to Peele's <i>Battle of Alcazar</i>, having
cited the above extract with several poetical notices of Stukeley,
mentions another play founded on this adventurer's exploits (<i>The Famous
Historye of the Life and Death of Captaine Thomas Stukely</i>), acted in
1596, and printed in 1605 (Peele's <i>Works</i>, ii. 85).</p>
<p>The ballad is from <i>The Crown-Garland of Golden Roses</i> (Percy Society,
vol. vi.) p. 33. There are some verses on Stukeley's projected voyage to
Florida in Mr. Collier's <i>Old Ballads</i>, in the first volume of the Percy
Society, p. 73.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In the west of England<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Borne there was, I understand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A famous gallant in his dayes,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By birth a wealthy clothier's sonne;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Deeds of wonder he hath done,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To purchase him a long and lasting praise.<!-- Page 308 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_308" id="Page_308">[Pg 308]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">If I should tell his story,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Pride was all his glory,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And lusty Stukely he was call'd in court;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He serv'd a bishop of the west,<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And did accompany the best,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Maintaining still himselfe in gallant sort.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Being thus esteemed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And every where well deemed,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He gain'd the favour of a London dame,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Daughter to an alderman,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Curtis he was called then,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To whom a sutor gallantly he came.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">When she his person spied,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He could not be denied,<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">So brave a gentleman he was to see;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">She was quickly made his wife,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In weale or woe to lead her life,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Her father willingly did so agree.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus, in state and pleasure,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Full many daies they measure;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Till cruell death, with his regardles spight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bore old Curtis to his grave,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A thing which Stukely wisht to have,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">That he might revell all in gold so bright.<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">He was no sooner tombed,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Stukely presumed<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To spend a hundred pound that day in waste:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The bravest gallants of the land<!-- Page 309 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_309" id="Page_309">[Pg 309]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Had Stukelies purse at their command;<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Thus merrily the time away he pass'd.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Taverns and ordinaries<br /></span>
<span class="i0"><a name="LNanchor_A25_38" id="LNanchor_A25_38"></a><a href="#Linenote_A25_38" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">Were</a> his cheefest braveries,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Goulden angells flew there up and downe;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Riots <a name="LNanchor_A25_40" id="LNanchor_A25_40"></a><a href="#Linenote_A25_38" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">were</a> his best delight,<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With stately feastings day and night;<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In court and citty thus he won renowne.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Thus wasting land and living<br /></span>
<span class="i0">By this lawlesse giving,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At last he sold the pavements of his yard,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Which covered were with blocks of tin;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Old Curtis left the same to him,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Which he consumed vainely, as you heard.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Whereat his wife sore greeved,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Desir'd to be releeved;<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Make much of me, dear husband," she did say:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"I'll make much more of thee," quoth he,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Than any one shall, verily:<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'll sell thy clothes, and so will go away."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Cruelly thus hearted,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Away from her he parted,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And travelled into Italy with speed:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There he flourisht many a day<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In his silkes and rich array,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 310 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_310" id="Page_310">[Pg 310]</a></span><span class="i2">And did the pleasures of a lady feed.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">It was the ladies pleasure<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To give him gold and treasure,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to maintaine him in great pomp and fame;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">At last came newes assuredly<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of a battaile fought in Barbary,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And he would valiantly go see the same.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Many a noble gallant<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Sold both land and talent<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To follow Stukely in this famous fight;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Whereas three kings in person would<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Adventurously, with courage bould,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Within the battaile shew themselves in <a name="LNanchor_A25_72" id="LNanchor_A25_72"></a><a href="#Linenote_A25_72" class="lnanchor" title="link to note">sight</a>.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Stukely and his followers all,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of the king of Portugall<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Had entertainement like to gentlemen:<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The king affected Stukely so,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he his secrets all did know,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And bore his royall standard now and then.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Upon this day of honour<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Each king did shew his banner;<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Morocco, and the King of Barbery,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Portugall, with all his train,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Bravely glister'd in the plain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And gave the onset there most valiantly.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The cannons they resounded,<span class="linenum">85</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Thund'ring drums rebounded,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"Kill, kill!" as then was all the soldiers cry;<!-- Page 311 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_311" id="Page_311">[Pg 311]</a></span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Mangled men lay on the ground,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with blood the earth was dround,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The sun was likewise darken'd in the skye.<span class="linenum">90</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Heaven was sore displeased,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And would not be appeased,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">But tokens of God's heavy wrath did show<br /></span>
<span class="i0">That he was angry at this war;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">He sent a fearfull blazing star,<span class="linenum">95</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Whereby these kings might their misfortunes know.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Bloody was this slaughter,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Or rather wilfull murther,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Where six score thousand fighting men were slain;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Three kings within this battaile died,<span class="linenum">100</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">With forty dukes and earles beside,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The like will never more be fought again.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">With woful armes enfoulding,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Stukely stood beholding<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This bloody sacrifice of soules that day:<span class="linenum">105</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">He, sighing, said, "I, wofull wight,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Against my conscience heere did fight,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And brought my followers all unto decay."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Being thus molested,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And with greefes oppressed,<span class="linenum">110</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Those brave Italians that did sell their lands,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">With Stukely thus to travel forth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And venture life for little worth,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Upon him all did lay their murthering hands.<!-- Page 312 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_312" id="Page_312">[Pg 312]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Unto death thus wounded,<span class="linenum">115</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">His heart with sorrow swounded,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to them all he made this heavy mone:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Thus have I left my country deere,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To be so vilely murthered heere,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Even in this place whereas I am not known.<span class="linenum">120</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"My life I have much wronged;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Of what to her belonged<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I vainely spent in idle course of life.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">What I have done is past, I see,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And bringeth nought but greef to me,<span class="linenum">125</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Therefore grant now thy pardon, gentle wife!<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Life, I see, consumeth,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And death, I feel, presumeth<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To change this life of mine into a new:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Yet this me greatest comfort brings,<span class="linenum">130</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">I liv'd and died in love of kings,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And so brave Stukely bids the world adew."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Stukelys life thus ended,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Was after death befrended,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And like a soldier buried gallantly;<span class="linenum">135</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Where now there stands upon his grave<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A stately temple, builded brave,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">With golden turrets piercing in the skye.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="linenote">
<p><a name="Linenote_A25_38" id="Linenote_A25_38"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A25_38" title="link to line number">38</a>, <a href="#LNanchor_A25_38" title="link to line number">40</a> where.</p>
<p><a name="Linenote_A25_72" id="Linenote_A25_72"></a><a href="#LNanchor_A25_72" title="link to line number">72</a>. fight.</p>
</div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 313 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_313" id="Page_313">[Pg 313]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="LORD_DELAWARE" id="LORD_DELAWARE"></a>LORD DELAWARE.</h3>
<p>No plausible foundation for this ballad has as yet been found in
history. It has been suggested that Delaware is a corruption of De la
Mare, a speaker of the House of Commons, and a great advocate of popular
rights, in the reign of Edward the Third! But there is no accounting for
the Dutch lord and the Welsh Duke of Devonshire on this or any other
supposition.</p>
<p>The ballad is given from Lyle's <i>Ancient Ballads and Songs</i>, p. 135, as
"noted down from the singing of a gentleman," and then "remodelled and
smoothed down" by the editor. The same copy is printed in Dixon's
<i>Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs</i> (Percy Society, vol. xvii.), p. 80,
and in Bell's volume with the same title, p. 66.</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">In the Parliament House,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A great rout has been there,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Betwixt our good king<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the Lord Delaware:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Says Lord Delaware<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">To his Majesty full soon,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Will it please you, my Liege,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To grant me a boon?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"What's your boon?" says the King,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 314 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_314" id="Page_314">[Pg 314]</a></span><span class="i2">"Now let me understand."<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"It's, give me all the poor men<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We've starving in this land;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And without delay, I'll hie me<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To Lincolnshire,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">To sow hemp-seed and flax-seed,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And hang them all there.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For with hempen cord it's better<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To stop each poor man's breath,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Than with famine you should see<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Your subjects starve to death."<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up starts a Dutch lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Who to Delaware did say,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Thou deservest to be stabb'd!"<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Then he turned himself away:<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Thou deservest to be stabb'd,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And the dogs have thine ears,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For insulting our king<br /></span>
<span class="i2">In this parliament of peers."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Up sprang a Welsh lord,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The brave Duke of Devonshire,<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">"In young Delaware's defence, I'll fight<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This Dutch lord, my Sire.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"For he is in the right,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And I'll make it so appear:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Him I dare to single combat,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For insulting Delaware."<br /></span>
<span class="i0">A stage was soon erected,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And to combat they went,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For to kill, or to be kill'd,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 315 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_315" id="Page_315">[Pg 315]</a></span><span class="i2">It was either's full intent.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">But the very first flourish,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When the heralds gave command,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">The sword of brave Devonshire<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Bent backward on his hand;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">In suspense he paused awhile,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Scann'd his foe before he strake,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Then against the king's armour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">His bent sword he brake.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then he sprang from the stage,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To a soldier in the ring,<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saying, "Lend your sword, that to an end<br /></span>
<span class="i2">This tragedy we bring:<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Though he's fighting me in armour,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">While I am fighting bare,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Even more than this I'd venture<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">For young Lord Delaware."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Leaping back on the stage,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sword to buckler now resounds,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Till he left the Dutch lord<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A bleeding in his wounds:<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">This seeing, cries the King<br /></span>
<span class="i2">To his guards without delay,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">"Call Devonshire down,—<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Take the dead man away!"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"No," says brave Devonshire,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"I've fought him as a man;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Since he's dead, I will keep<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The trophies I have won.<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For he fought me in your armour,<br /></span>
<!-- Page 316 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_316" id="Page_316">[Pg 316]</a></span><span class="i2">While I fought him bare,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the same you must win back, my Liege,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">If ever you them wear."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">God bless the Church of England,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May it prosper on each hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And also every poor man<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Now starving in this land;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And while I pray success may crown<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Our king upon his throne,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">I'll wish that every poor man<br /></span>
<span class="i2">May long enjoy his own.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 317 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_317" id="Page_317">[Pg 317]</a></span></p>
<h3><a name="THE_BATTLE_OF_HARLAW_See_p_180" id="THE_BATTLE_OF_HARLAW_See_p_180"></a>THE BATTLE OF HARLAW. (See <a href="#Page_180">p. 180</a>.)</h3>
<p class="center">Traditionary Version, from Aytoun's <i>Scottish Ballads</i>, i. 75.</p>
<p>"I am indebted to the kindness of Lady John Scott for the following
extremely spirited ballad, which was taken down some years ago in
Aberdeenshire, where it is still very popular. It is sung to a beautiful
air, with the following refrain to each stanza:—</p>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"<i>Wi' a drie, drie, dredidronilie drie.</i>"<br /></span>
</div></div>
<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As I cam in by Garioch land,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doun by Netherha',<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There was fifty thousand Hielandmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A' marching to Harlaw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As I cam on, and further on,<span class="linenum">5</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doun and by Balquhaim,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">O there I met Sir James the Ross,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' him Sir John the Græme.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O cam ye frae the Highlands, man?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O cam ye a' the way?<span class="linenum">10</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">Saw ye Mac Donnell and his men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">As they cam frae the Skye?"<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yes, we cam frae the Highlands, man,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And we cam a' the way,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And we saw Mac Donnell and his men,<span class="linenum">15</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">As they cam in frae Skye."<!-- Page 318 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_318" id="Page_318">[Pg 318]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O was ye near Mac Donnell's men?<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Did ye their number see?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Come, tell to me, John Hielandman,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">What might their numbers be?"<span class="linenum">20</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Yes, we was near, and near eneugh,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And we their number saw;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">There was fifty thousand Hielandmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A' marching to Harlaw."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"Gin that be true," said James the Ross,<span class="linenum">25</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"We'll no come meikle speed;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">We'll cry upon our merry men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And turn our horses' head."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O na, O na!" says John the Græme,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">"That thing maun never be;<span class="linenum">30</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">The gallant Græmes were never beat,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">We'll try what we can dee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">As I cam on, and further on,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And doun and by Harlaw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They fell fu' close on ilka side,<span class="linenum">35</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sic straiks ye never saw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">They fell fu' close on ilka side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Sic straiks ye never saw;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">For ilka sword gaed clash for clash,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">At the battle o' Harlaw.<span class="linenum">40</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The Hielandmen wi' their lang swords,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They laid on as fu' sair,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they drave back our merry men,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Three acres breadth and mair.<!-- Page 319 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_319" id="Page_319">[Pg 319]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Brave Forbés to his brother did say,<span class="linenum">45</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">"O brother, dinna ye see?<br /></span>
<span class="i0">They beat us back on ilka side,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And we'll be forced to flee."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">"O na! O na! my brother dear,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">O na! that mauna be!<span class="linenum">50</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">You'll tak your gude sword in your hand,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">And ye'll gang in wi' me."<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Then back to back the brothers brave<br /></span>
<span class="i2">Gaed in amang the thrang,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they swept doun the Hielandmen,<span class="linenum">55</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Wi' swords baith sharp and lang.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">The first ae straik that Forbés strack,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">He gar'd Mac Donnell reel;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And the neist ae straik that Forbés strack,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The brave Mac Donnell fell.<span class="linenum">60</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And siccan a Pitlarichie<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'm sure ye never saw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As was amang the Hielandmen,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">When they saw Mac Donnell fa'.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And when they saw that he was dead,<span class="linenum">65</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">They turn'd and ran awa',<br /></span>
<span class="i0">And they buried him in Legate's Den,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">A large mile frae Harlaw.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Some rade, some ran, and some did gang,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They were o' sma' record,<span class="linenum">70</span><br /></span>
<span class="i0">But Forbés and his merry men<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They slew them a' the road.<!-- Page 320 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_320" id="Page_320">[Pg 320]</a></span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">On Mononday at morning,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">The battle it began;<br /></span>
<span class="i0">On Saturday at gloamin',<span class="linenum">75</span><br /></span>
<span class="i2">Ye'd scarce ken'd wha had wan.<br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">And sic a weary buryin'<br /></span>
<span class="i2">I'm sure ye never saw,<br /></span>
<span class="i0">As was the Sunday after that,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">On the muirs aneath Harlaw.<span class="linenum">80</span><br /></span>
</div><div class="stanza">
<span class="i0">Gin onybody speer at ye<br /></span>
<span class="i2">For them we took awa',<br /></span>
<span class="i0">Ye may tell them plain, and very plain,<br /></span>
<span class="i2">They're sleeping at Harlaw.<br /></span>
</div></div>
<hr class="long" />
<p><!-- Page 321 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_321" id="Page_321">[Pg 321]</a></span></p>
<h2><a name="GLOSSARY" id="GLOSSARY"></a>GLOSSARY.</h2>
<p class="center"><span title="right pointing hand symbol">☞</span> Figures placed after words denote the pages in
which they occur.</p>
<ul><li> a, <i>of</i>.</li>
<li> abien, aboun, <i>above</i>.</li>
<li> aboyding, <i>abiding</i>.</li>
<li> accompany, <a href="#Page_308">308</a>, <i>keep the company of</i>.</li>
<li> ae, <i>one</i>.</li>
<li> affected, <i>enamored</i>.</li>
<li> all and sum, <i>all and several</i>, <i>one and all</i>.</li>
<li> allangst, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <i>along</i>.</li>
<li> ancyents, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>, <i>ensigns</i>.</li>
<li> anent, <i>over against</i>.</li>
<li> aneughe, <i>enough</i>.</li>
<li> aras, <i>arrows</i>.</li>
<li> arminge-sword, <i>a two-handed sword</i>.</li>
<li> austerne, <a href="#Page_99">99</a>, <i>austere</i>.</li>
<li> avowe, <i>vow</i>.</li>
<li> awin, <i>own</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> bade, <i>abode</i>.</li>
<li> bald, <i>bold</i>.</li>
<li> bale, <i>sorrow</i>;</li>
<li> ballys bete, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>, <i>better</i>, <i>amend</i>, <i>our evils</i>.</li>
<li> bandoun, <i>command</i>, <i>orders</i>.</li>
<li> banket, <i>banquet</i>.</li>
<li> barne, (A. Sax. <i>beorn</i>,) <i>chief</i>, <i>man</i>.</li>
<li> basnites, bassonetts, <i>helmets</i>.</li>
<li> battellis, <a href="#Page_225">225</a>, <i>divisions of the army</i>, or, <i>the armies</i>.</li>
<li> be, <i>by</i>, <i>at</i>, <i>by the time that</i>.</li>
<li> bearing arrow, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, "an arrow that carries well:" Percy, who also suggests birring, i.e. <i>whirring</i>, <i>whizzing</i>.</li>
<li> See Boucher's <i>Glossary</i>.</li>
<li> bed, <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>, <i>abode</i>, <i>remained</i>.</li>
<li> bedeen, <a href="#Page_265">265</a>, <i>in numbers</i>, <i>one after another</i>?</li>
<li> beild, <i>shelter</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_224">224</a>, <i>position of safety</i>.</li>
<li> ben, <i>in</i>.</li>
<li> bende-bow, <i>bent bow</i>.</li>
<li> bended, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <i>bounded</i>?</li>
<li> bent, <i>coarse grass</i>, <i>ground on which this grass grows</i>, <i>field</i>.</li>
<li> berne (A. Sax. <i>beorn</i>), <i>chief</i>, <i>man</i>.</li>
<li> ber, <i>bare</i>.<!-- Page 322 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_322" id="Page_322">[Pg 322]</a></span></li>
<li> beth, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>, <i>is</i>.</li>
<li> be-west, <i>to the west of</i>.</li>
<li> biggingis, <i>buildings</i>.</li>
<li> bille, see sworne.</li>
<li> billie, <i>comrade</i>.</li>
<li> bla', <i>blow</i>.</li>
<li> blaithe, <i>blithe</i>.</li>
<li> blan, blane, <i>ceased</i>, <i>stopped</i>.</li>
<li> blate, <i>silly</i>, <i>stupid</i>.</li>
<li> bleid, <i>blood</i>.</li>
<li> bodward, <a href="#Page_182">182</a>, <i>message</i>.</li>
<li> borrowe, <i>security</i>, <i>hostage</i>, <i>ransom</i>;</li>
<li> borowed, <a href="#Page_18">18</a>, <i>ransomed</i>.</li>
<li> bouk, <i>body</i>, <i>carcase</i>.</li>
<li> bowne, bowyn, <i>ready</i>, <i>prepared</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_235">235</a>, <i>going</i>;</li>
<li> bound, bowynd, <a href="#Page_19">19</a>, <a href="#Page_5">5</a>, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, <i>made ready</i>, <i>went</i>.</li>
<li> brace, <a href="#Page_260">260</a>, same as breeze, <i>hurry</i>?</li>
<li> bracken, braken, <i>fern</i>.</li>
<li> brae, <i>side of a hill</i>.</li>
<li> braid, <i>broad</i>.</li>
<li> bra'ly, <i>bravely</i>.</li>
<li> branken, branking, <i>prancing</i>, <i>capering</i>.</li>
<li> braveries, <i>displays</i>.</li>
<li> braw, <i>brave</i>, <i>handsome</i>.</li>
<li> bread, <a href="#Page_59">59</a>, <i>breadth</i>;</li>
<li> bred, <i>broad</i>.</li>
<li> breeks, <i>breeches</i>.</li>
<li> brent, <i>burned</i>.</li>
<li> brim, <i>fierce</i>.</li>
<li> bronde, <i>brand</i>, <i>sword</i>.</li>
<li> brook, <i>enjoy</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_186">186</a>, <i>take</i> (<i>possession of</i>).</li>
<li> brose, <a href="#Page_261">261</a>, <i>pottage</i>.</li>
<li> brouine, brown, <i>brewed</i>.</li>
<li> broust, <i>brewage</i>.</li>
<li> bruch, brugh, <i>burgh</i>, <i>city</i>.</li>
<li> bryttlynge, <i>cutting up</i> (<i>of game</i>.)</li>
<li> buft, <i>buffeted</i>, <i>beat</i>.</li>
<li> burd-alone, <i>alone</i>.</li>
<li> burn, <i>brook</i>.</li>
<li> but, <i>without</i>, <a href="#Page_221">221</a>;</li>
<li> but bed, <i>before we sleep</i>.</li>
<li> butter-box, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>, "Dutchmen." Ritson.</li>
<li> byckarte, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>, <i>moved quickly, rattling their weapons</i>.</li>
<li> byddys, <i>abides</i>.</li>
<li> byears, <i>biers</i>.</li>
<li> byll, <i>halbert</i>, <i>battle-axe</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> ca', <i>call</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_265">265</a>, <i>drive</i>, <i>beat</i>.</li>
<li> caliver, <a href="#Page_116">116</a>, <i>large pistol</i>, or <i>blunderbuss</i>.</li>
<li> can, could, used as auxiliaries to form the past tenses.</li>
<li> canty, <i>merry</i>.</li>
<li> carefull, <i>anxious</i>.</li>
<li> carpe, <i>tell</i>, <i>discourse</i>.</li>
<li> cast, <i>propose</i>, <i>intend</i>.</li>
<li> cawte, <i>cautious</i>.</li>
<li> chafts, <i>chaps</i>.</li>
<li> chess, <i>chace</i>.</li>
<li> chessit, <i>chased</i>.</li>
<li> cheverons, <i>gloves</i>.</li>
<li> christiantè, <i>Christendom</i>.</li>
<li> claw, <i>scratch</i>, <i>fight</i>.</li>
<li> clinkum clankum, a phrase for <i>smart blows</i>.</li>
<li> cogue, <i>wooden pail</i>.</li>
<li> cold bee, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>, <i>was</i>;</li>
<li> see can.</li>
<li> collayne, <i>Cologne</i>, i. e. <i>steel, or manufacture</i>:</li>
<li> see i. 357.</li>
<li> cor, core, <i>corps</i>.<!-- Page 323 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_323" id="Page_323">[Pg 323]</a></span></li>
<li> corpes, <a href="#Page_287">287</a>, <i>living body</i>.</li>
<li> cors, <i>curse</i>.</li>
<li> corynoch, <i>lamentation for the dead</i>.</li>
<li> cowde dye, <a href="#Page_16">16</a>, <i>did die</i>;</li>
<li> see can.</li>
<li> crouse, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <i>brisk</i>, <i>brave</i>.</li>
<li> crowdie, <i>gruel</i>, <i>porridge</i>.</li>
<li> cryand, <i>crying</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> daft, <i>mad</i>.</li>
<li> dandering, <i>an epithet expressing the noise of drums</i>, like tantara, p. <a href="#Page_124">124</a>.</li>
<li> de, <i>die</i>;</li>
<li> deid, dead, <i>death</i>.</li>
<li> decay, <i>destruction</i>, <i>death</i>.</li>
<li> dee, <i>do</i>.</li>
<li> deemedst, <i>doomedst</i>.</li>
<li> demean, <i>punish</i>, <i>put down</i>.</li>
<li> deputed, <a href="#Page_103">103</a>, used of a fugitive <i>carried back for trial</i>.</li>
<li> diel, <i>devil</i>.</li>
<li> dight, dicht;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_61">61</a>, <i>furnished</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_37">37</a>, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>, to deth, "<i>done</i>," <i>wounded</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_22">22</a>, <i>dispose of</i>, <i>handle</i>, <i>encounter</i>.</li>
<li> ding, pr. dung, <i>strike</i>, <i>knock</i>, <i>beat</i>, <i>overcome</i>.</li>
<li> dinne, <i>noise</i>.</li>
<li> discord, <i>quarrel</i>.</li>
<li> doghtie, <i>doughty</i>.</li>
<li> door, 154? dorlach, which Jamieson says is a short-sword, means a <i>wallet</i>.</li>
<li> douted, <i>redoubtable</i>, <i>feared</i>.</li>
<li> doutsum, <i>doubtful</i>.</li>
<li> drede, <i>doubt</i>.</li>
<li> dre, drye, <i>endure</i>, <i>bear</i>;</li>
<li> drie, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>, as noun, <i>suffering</i>.</li>
<li> dulesum, <i>doleful</i>.</li>
<li> dunted, <i>beat</i>.</li>
<li> durk, <i>dirk</i>.</li>
<li> dyne, garre, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <i>give one his fill of fighting</i>.</li>
<li> dyne, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>, <i>valley</i>.</li>
<li> dynte, <i>blow</i>, <i>stroke</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> eathe, <i>easy</i>.</li>
<li> ee, <i>eye</i>.</li>
<li> edicang, <i>aide-de-camp</i>.</li>
<li> eme, <i>uncle</i>.</li>
<li> endlongis, <i>along</i>.</li>
<li> enewch, <i>enough</i>.</li>
<li> ensenzie, enzie, <i>ensign</i>.</li>
<li> envye (to do), <i>ill-will</i>, <i>injury</i>.</li>
<li> ewill, <a href="#Page_229">229</a>; qy, eve, or vigil?</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> fa', <i>fall</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_162">162</a>, <i>share</i>, <i>portion</i>.</li>
<li> fach, <i>fetch</i>.</li>
<li> fallows, <i>fellows</i>, <i>equals</i>.</li>
<li> fare, <i>go</i>.</li>
<li> fay, <a href="#Page_219">219</a>, <i>on the verge of death</i>, <i>doomed</i>.</li>
<li> fayne, <i>glad</i>.</li>
<li> feale, <i>fail</i>.</li>
<li> fearit, <i>feared</i>.</li>
<li> fecht, <i>fight</i>.</li>
<li> fee, <i>property</i>, <i>reward</i>.</li>
<li> feck, maist, <i>greatest part</i>.</li>
<li> feid, <i>feud</i>, <i>enmity</i>.</li>
<li> feingit, <i>feigned</i>.</li>
<li> feirdness, <i>cowardice</i>.</li>
<li> fell, <i>hide</i>.</li>
<li> fells, <i>hills</i>, also, <i>moors</i>.</li>
<li> fend, <i>keep</i>, <i>support</i>.</li>
<li> fett, <i>fetched</i>.</li>
<li> fiery-fairy, <i>confusion and consternation</i>.<!-- Page 324 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_324" id="Page_324">[Pg 324]</a></span></li>
<li> filabeg, <i>kilt, or short petticoat, worn by Highlanders instead of breeches</i>.</li>
<li> firstin, <i>first</i>.</li>
<li> fit, <i>song</i>, <i>division of a song</i>, <i>story</i>.</li>
<li> flegs, <i>frights</i>.</li>
<li> flinders, <i>fragments</i>.</li>
<li> flyte, <i>scold</i>, <i>remonstrate</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, <i>rally</i>.</li>
<li> forder, <i>further</i>.</li>
<li> forefend, <i>forbid</i>.</li>
<li> forgatherit, <i>met together</i>.</li>
<li> forwarde, <i>van</i>.</li>
<li> fou, <i>full</i>.</li>
<li> fourugh, see furich.</li>
<li> frame, <a href="#Page_133">133</a>, <i>succeed</i>.</li>
<li> freck, freke, freyke (A. S. <i>one who is bold</i>) <i>warrior</i>, <i>man</i>.</li>
<li> fun', <i>found</i>.</li>
<li> furich, furichinish, Gaelic;</li>
<li> fuirich means <i>wait</i>, <i>stop</i>;</li>
<li> fearach is an old Irish warcry. "Fy, furich, Whigs, awa'!" was a Jacobite pipe air, says Chambers.</li>
<li> free, frie, <i>noble</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_20">20</a>, of metal, <i>precious</i> (?)</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> gade, <i>went</i>.</li>
<li> galliards, <i>quick and lively dances</i>.</li>
<li> gare, <i>gore</i>.</li>
<li> See Glossary to vol. 2.</li>
<li> garre, <i>make</i>;</li>
<li> gart, <i>garde</i>, <i>made</i>.</li>
<li> gate, <i>way</i>.</li>
<li> geed, <i>went</i>.</li>
<li> geere, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>, <i>business</i>, <i>affair</i>.</li>
<li> gettyng, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>, <i>plunder</i>.</li>
<li> gled, <i>gladden</i>.</li>
<li> glede, <i>live coal</i>.</li>
<li> glent, <i>glanced</i>, <i>passed swiftly</i>.</li>
<li> gloamin', <i>dusk</i>, <i>night-fall</i>.</li>
<li> glove, <a href="#Page_121">121</a>; to claim a glove worn as a lady's favor, was a form of challenge,—which is perhaps the reference here.</li>
<li> graif, <i>grave</i>.</li>
<li> graithed, grathed, <i>prepared</i>, <i>dressed</i>, <i>armed</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_183">183</a>, <i>laid</i>, or <i>laid out</i>.</li>
<li> gree, bear the, <i>bore the palm</i>.</li>
<li> gresse, <i>grass</i>.</li>
<li> grevis, <i>groves</i>, <i>bushes</i>.</li>
<li> grite, <i>weep</i>.</li>
<li> grysely, <i>dreadfully</i>.</li>
<li> guide, <i>good</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> habershoune, <i>coat of mail</i>.</li>
<li> hach-borde, <a href="#Page_60">60</a>, <a href="#Page_63">63</a>, <a href="#Page_68">68</a>, (MS. has in one place, "archborde,") seems to be used for the <i>side of the ship</i>.</li>
<li> hached, <i>inlaid</i> or <i>gilded</i>.</li>
<li> hagbutis, <i>a kind of muskets</i>.</li>
<li> halched, <i>greeted</i>.</li>
<li> hale, <i>whole</i>.</li>
<li> hard, <i>heard</i>.</li>
<li> harneis, <i>armor</i>.</li>
<li> haryed, <i>plundered</i>.</li>
<li> haws, <i>low grounds on the border of a river</i>.</li>
<li> haylde, <i>hauled</i>.</li>
<li> haylle, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <i>healthy</i>.</li>
<li> he, <i>high</i>.<!-- Page 325 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_325" id="Page_325">[Pg 325]</a></span></li>
<li> heal, <i>hail</i>.</li>
<li> heidit, <i>beheaded</i>.</li>
<li> heidin, <i>beheading</i>.</li>
<li> hernainsell, see note p. <a href="#Page_154">154</a>.</li>
<li> hich, <i>high</i>.</li>
<li> hight, <i>promise</i>, <i>be called</i>.</li>
<li> hinde, <i>gentle</i>.</li>
<li> hing, <i>hang</i>.</li>
<li> his, <i>has</i>.</li>
<li> Hogan Dutch, 155?</li>
<li> holtes, <a href="#Page_8">8</a>, <i>woods</i>.</li>
<li> hoved, <a href="#Page_9">9</a>, <i>hovered</i>, <i>hung about</i>, <i>tarried</i>.</li>
<li> howe, <i>hollow</i>, <i>valley</i>.</li>
<li> husbonds, <i>husbandmen</i>.</li>
<li> hye, hyght, (on,) <i>on high</i>, <i>aloud</i>.</li>
<li> hyght, <i>promised</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> ilk, ilkay, <i>each</i>.</li>
<li> into, <i>in</i>.</li>
<li> is, <i>has</i>.</li>
<li> i-wis, <i>certainly</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> jack, <i>a coat of mail</i>, <i>a leather jacket</i>.</li>
<li> jouk, <i>avoid a blow by bending the body forward</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> kain, <a href="#Page_180">180</a>, <i>rent paid in kind</i>;</li>
<li> here, paid the kain is <i>suffered sorely</i>.</li>
<li> kaithe, <i>appear</i>, <i>come</i>.</li>
<li> ken, <i>know</i>;</li>
<li> kenna, <i>know not</i>.</li>
<li> kindly, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, <i>native born</i>.</li>
<li> kith, <i>acquaintance</i>.</li>
<li> kittle flaws, <i>variable winds</i>, i.e. not to be depended on for courage.</li>
<li> knop, <i>knob</i>.</li>
<li> knowe, <i>knoll</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> lair, <a href="#Page_239">239</a>, <i>place where they were lying</i>.</li>
<li> lang, <i>long</i>.</li>
<li> lap, <i>leapt</i>.</li>
<li> layne, <i>deceive</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_13">13</a>, <i>break word</i>.</li>
<li> leaguer, <i>camp</i>.</li>
<li> leath, <i>loath</i>.</li>
<li> leeve, <i>dear</i>, <i>pleasant</i>;</li>
<li> lever, <i>rather</i>.</li>
<li> lesse, <a href="#Page_10">10</a>, <i>lying</i>.</li>
<li> let, <i>prevent</i>.</li>
<li> lift, <i>air</i>.</li>
<li> lifting, <i>stealing</i>.</li>
<li> liges, <i>lieges</i>.</li>
<li> liklie, <i>handsome</i>, <i>promising</i>.</li>
<li> lilye, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, lilly, <a href="#Page_179">179</a>, <i>covered with lilies</i>?</li>
<li> lilting, <i>singing cheerfully</i>.</li>
<li> linking, <i>walking quickly</i>.</li>
<li> list, <i>please</i>.</li>
<li> lithe, <i>list</i>.</li>
<li> liverance, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, "<i>money for delivering up.</i>" Percy.</li>
<li> logeying, <i>lodging</i>.</li>
<li> lope, <i>leapt</i>.</li>
<li> lucetts, <a href="#Page_14">14</a>, <i>luces</i>, <i>pikes</i>.</li>
<li> lurdane, <i>a heavy, stupid fellow</i>.</li>
<li> luves, <i>palms</i>, <i>hands</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> maker, makys, <i>mates</i>.</li>
<li> march-man, <i>warden of the Marches</i>.</li>
<li> march-perti, <a href="#Page_40">40</a>, <i>the Border parts or region</i>.</li>
<li> marke hym to the Trenité, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>, <i>commit himself to God by making the sign of the</i><!-- Page 326 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_326" id="Page_326">[Pg 326]</a></span></li>
<li><i> cross</i>? marked, <a href="#Page_14">14</a>, <i>fixed their eyes on</i>, <i>took aim at</i>?</li>
<li> maugre, <i>spite</i>.</li>
<li> may, <i>maid</i>.</li>
<li> meany, <i>company</i>.</li>
<li> merchand, <i>marching</i>.</li>
<li> mickle, <i>great</i>.</li>
<li> mind, <i>remember</i>.</li>
<li> miss, <a href="#Page_264">264</a>, <i>evil</i>, <i>fault</i>, <i>trouble</i>.</li>
<li> moe, moo, <i>more</i>, <i>greater</i>.</li>
<li> mome, <i>fool</i>.</li>
<li> mort, <i>death</i> (<i>of the deer</i>.)</li>
<li> mowes, mowis, (<i>mouths</i>,) <i>joke</i>.</li>
<li> muir, <i>moor</i>.</li>
<li> mykel, <i>great</i>.</li>
<li> myllàn, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>, <i>Milan</i>, i. e. <i>steel or manufacture</i>.</li>
<li> myne-allaine, <i>alone by myself</i>.</li>
<li> myneyeple, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <i>maniple</i> (i. e. <i>many folds</i>), <i>a name for a close dress with sleeves worn under the armor</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> nare, <i>nor</i>.</li>
<li> naye, <i>denial</i>.</li>
<li> near, <i>nearer</i>.</li>
<li> neist ae, <i>next</i>.</li>
<li> nixtin, <i>next</i>.</li>
<li> northen, be, <i>to the north of</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> oh'on a ri, Gaelic, <i>oh, my heart!</i> oh' rig in di, 155?</li>
<li> one, <i>on</i>.</li>
<li> ones, <i>once</i>.</li>
<li> outrake, <a href="#Page_100">100</a>, <i>riding out</i>, <i>excursion</i>.</li>
<li> oware, <i>hour</i>.</li>
<li> owermaskit, <i>overcast</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> paiks, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>, <i>drubbing</i>.</li>
<li> palione, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>, pallion, <i>pavilion</i>, <i>tent</i>.</li>
<li> pall, <i>a rich cloth</i>.</li>
<li> parti, <i>part</i>.</li>
<li> paw, pa', <a href="#Page_158">158</a>, <i>swift motion</i>;</li>
<li> one's <i>part</i> in a performance, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>;</li>
<li> of the <i>contortions</i> of a person hanged, <a href="#Page_162">162</a>;</li>
<li> of the <i>movement of weapons</i>, <a href="#Page_163">163</a>.</li>
<li> peart, <i>pert</i>.</li>
<li> perseiued, <i>pursued</i>.</li>
<li> philibeg, <i>kilt, or short petticoat</i>, worn by Highlanders instead of breeches.</li>
<li> Pitlarichie, 319?</li>
<li> pleadis, <i>prayers</i>.</li>
<li> polititious, <i>politic</i>, <i>ingenious</i>.</li>
<li> pompous, <a href="#Page_278">278</a>, <i>proud</i>, <i>magnificent</i>.</li>
<li> pra, <a href="#Page_173">173</a>, <i>brave</i>, <i>fine</i>.</li>
<li> presumand, <i>presuming</i>.</li>
<li> prycked, <i>rode</i>.</li>
<li> pyght, <i>pitched</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> quaint, <i>acquaint</i>.</li>
<li> quat, <i>quit</i>.</li>
<li> quhat, &c. <i>what</i>, <i>&c.</i></li>
<li> quhill, <i>while</i>, <i>until</i>.</li>
<li> quhois, <i>whose</i>.</li>
<li> quite, <i>quit</i>.</li>
<li> quyrry, <i>quarry</i>, <i>slaughtered game</i>.</li>
<li> quyt, <i>paid</i>, <i>repaid</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> race, <a href="#Page_184">184</a>, <i>course</i>.</li>
<li> raid, <i>a predatory incursion</i>.</li>
<li> rais, <i>rose</i>.<!-- Page 327 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_327" id="Page_327">[Pg 327]</a></span></li>
<li> raking, <a href="#Page_242">242</a>, <i>running</i>, <i>scouring along</i>.</li>
<li> rave, <i>bereave</i>.</li>
<li> raw, <i>row</i>, <i>rank</i>;</li>
<li> upo' the raw, <i>in rank of battle</i>.</li>
<li> rax, <i>reach</i>, <i>stretch</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_265">265</a>, <i>beat</i>?</li>
<li> rear, ride the, <a href="#Page_233">233</a>, <i>ride behind</i>, <i>have the worse</i>.</li>
<li> recks, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, <i>matters</i>.</li>
<li> rede, <i>advise</i>;</li>
<li> <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <i>guessed</i>.</li>
<li> red, <i>rode</i>.</li>
<li> Reidswire, see vol. vi. p. <a href="#Page_131">131</a>.</li>
<li> remeid, <i>remedy</i>.</li>
<li> rent, <i>rend</i>.</li>
<li> rewyth, <i>regrets</i>.</li>
<li> riggings, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>, <i>backs</i>?</li>
<li> rinnes, <i>runs</i>.</li>
<li> rise on anchor, 206?</li>
<li> roke, <i>reek</i>, <i>steam</i>.</li>
<li> rout, <i>company</i>, <i>crowd</i>.</li>
<li> rowght, <i>rout</i>, <i>strife</i>.</li>
<li> rowynde, <i>round</i>.</li>
<li> rung, <i>cudgel</i>;</li>
<li> canon's, <i>figuratively</i>, <i>for shot</i>?</li>
<li> ryall, <i>royal</i>.</li>
<li> ryght, <a href="#Page_7">7</a>, <i>straight</i>.</li>
<li> rynde, <a href="#Page_13">13</a>, <i>flayed</i>? rinde, <i>to destroy</i>, Halliwell's <i>Dict.</i></li>
</ul>
<ul><li> saw, <i>saying</i>, <i>statement</i>.</li>
<li> say, <i>saw</i>.</li>
<li> say, <i>assay</i>.</li>
<li> sayne, <i>say</i>.</li>
<li> scale, <a href="#Page_262">262</a>, <a href="#Page_178">178</a>, <i>scatter</i>, <i>spread</i>.</li>
<li> schapped, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, apparently should be "swapped;"</li>
<li> see <i>post</i>.</li>
<li> schoote, <a href="#Page_12">12</a>, <i>shot</i>, <i>let go</i>.</li>
<li> sen, <i>since</i>.</li>
<li> sene, <a href="#Page_189">189</a>, <i>skilled</i>, <i>experienced</i>.</li>
<li> shear, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>, <a href="#Page_31">31</a>, <i>quickly</i>, <i>at once</i>. (?) Halliwell.</li>
<li> she, used of <i>Highlanders in general</i>.</li>
<li> siccan, <i>such</i>.</li>
<li> sinsyne, <i>since</i>.</li>
<li> sith, <i>since</i>.</li>
<li> skelps, <i>blows</i>.</li>
<li> silver wand, 100?</li>
<li> slaydis, <a href="#Page_228">228</a>;</li>
<li> the passage is corrupt.</li>
<li> slicht, <i>slight</i>.</li>
<li> sloughe, <i>slew</i>.</li>
<li> smirkling, <i>smirking</i>, <i>smiling</i>.</li>
<li> smored, <i>smothered</i>.</li>
<li> snell, <a href="#Page_269">269</a>, <i>sharp</i>, <i>loud</i>.</li>
<li> snood, <i>a band with which a young woman ties up her hair</i>.</li>
<li> sould, <i>should</i>.</li>
<li> souters, <i>cobblers</i>.</li>
<li> spear, speir, <i>ask</i>.</li>
<li> spendyd, <a href="#Page_96">96</a>, probably the same as spanned, <i>grasped</i>.</li>
<li> splenderis, <i>splinters</i>.</li>
<li> spole, <i>shoulder</i>.</li>
<li> spuente, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>, <i>spirited</i>, <i>sprung out</i>.</li>
<li> spurne, <i>kick</i>; <a href="#Page_42">42</a>, <i>retaliation</i>?</li>
<li> stain, <i>outdo</i>, <i>excel</i>.</li>
<li> stalwurthlye, <i>stoutly</i>, <i>boldly</i>.</li>
<li> stane'd, <i>stationed</i>.</li>
<li> stank, <a href="#Page_154">154</a>, <i>pool</i>.</li>
<li> stead, <a href="#Page_65">65</a>, <i>place</i>, <i>post</i>.</li>
<li> stell'd, <i>placed</i>.</li>
<li> stent, <i>stop</i>.</li>
<li> stounde, <i>time</i>.<!-- Page 328 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_328" id="Page_328">[Pg 328]</a></span></li>
<li> stour, stowre, (<i>turmoil of</i>) <i>fight</i>.</li>
<li> straiks, <i>strokes</i>.</li>
<li> stynttyde, <i>stopped</i>.</li>
<li> styrande, <a href="#Page_6">6</a>, see note: according to Percy's reading, <i>driving</i> the deer <i>from their retreats</i>;</li>
<li> but adopting Motherwell's, <i>prancing</i>, <i>spirited</i>.</li>
<li> suar, <a href="#Page_35">35</a>, <a href="#Page_38">38</a>, <i>sure</i>, <i>trusty</i>.</li>
<li> suthe, <i>true</i>.</li>
<li> swakked, <a href="#Page_23">23</a>, swapped, swapte, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <a href="#Page_24">24</a>, <a href="#Page_36">36</a>, <i>struck</i>, <i>smote</i>.</li>
<li> swat, <i>sweat</i>.</li>
<li> sweirand, <i>swearing</i>.</li>
<li> sworne into my bille, <a href="#Page_95">95</a>, "<i>I have delivered a promise in writing, confirmed by an oath.</i>" Percy.</li>
<li> syne, <i>since</i>, <i>then</i>, <i>afterward</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> tackes, <i>takes</i>.</li>
<li> tald, <a href="#Page_227">227</a>, <i>tall</i>?</li>
<li> talent, <a href="#Page_310">310</a>, seems to be used for property in general.</li>
<li> tear, <a href="#Page_42">42</a>, possibly the same as dere, <i>injury</i>.</li>
<li> teene, tene, <i>injury</i>.</li>
<li> tenne, <i>taken</i>.</li>
<li> tent, <i>heed</i>.</li>
<li> the, <i>thee</i>, <i>they</i>.</li>
<li> thi, <i>the</i>.</li>
<li> thir, <i>these</i>, <i>those</i>.</li>
<li> thought long, <i>found the time drag</i>.</li>
<li> thrang, <i>throng</i>.</li>
<li> thraw, <i>twist</i>.</li>
<li> thrysse, <i>thrice</i>.</li>
<li> thuds, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, sound of blows, <i>noises</i>, <i>strokes</i>.</li>
<li> tinkler, played the, <a href="#Page_161">161</a>, <i>played the coward</i>.</li>
<li> tint, <i>lost</i>.</li>
<li> tockin, <i>token</i>.</li>
<li> ton, tone, the, <i>the one</i>.</li>
<li> tooke, <a href="#Page_39">39</a>; supply an omitted word, as "rest."</li>
<li> toom, <i>empty</i>.</li>
<li> top-castle, <a href="#Page_62">62</a>, <i>a kind of turret built round the mast-head</i>.</li>
<li> topsail, to cast, <i>a kind of salute</i>.</li>
<li> tre-trip for hay, <a href="#Page_131">131</a>; tray-trip was a <i>game at dice</i>.</li>
<li> tree, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>, <i>spear-shaft</i>? <i>cudgel</i>?</li>
<li> trews, <a href="#Page_155">155</a>, <i>Highland pantaloons</i>, consisting of breeches and stockings in one piece;</li>
<li> here used for Highlanders.</li>
<li> trone, <a href="#Page_143">143</a>, <i>pillory</i>.</li>
<li> trows, <a href="#Page_156">156</a>, see trews.</li>
<li> touk, tuick, <i>beat</i>.</li>
<li> tyll, <i>to</i>.</li>
<li> tyne, <i>lose</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> uds-doyns, an oath.</li>
<li> uncouth, <i>unknown</i>.</li>
<li> uttermost, <i>outmost</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> valziant, <i>valiant</i>.</li>
<li> verament, <i>truly</i>.</li>
<li> vow, <a href="#Page_169">169</a>, <i>exclamation of admiration or surprise</i>.</li>
<li> vowit, <i>vowed</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> wae, <i>sad</i>, <i>sorry</i>.<!-- Page 329 --><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_329" id="Page_329">[Pg 329]</a></span></li>
<li> wald, <i>would</i>.</li>
<li> waly, <i>interjection of lamentation</i>.</li>
<li> wane, 36?</li>
<li> war, <i>worse</i>;</li>
<li> verb, <i>to worst</i>, <i>overcome</i>.</li>
<li> war, <i>aware</i>.</li>
<li> ward, <i>word</i>.</li>
<li> waryson, <i>reward</i>.</li>
<li> wast, <i>west</i>.</li>
<li> wat, <i>know</i>.</li>
<li> weal, 41 (of hands), to <i>wring</i>?</li>
<li> weale, <a href="#Page_64">64</a>, qy, <i>well</i>? or <i>good luck</i>! The word is probably corrupted.</li>
<li> weapon-shaw, <i>inspection of arms</i>, <i>military review</i>.</li>
<li> wed, <i>would</i>.</li>
<li> wede, <a href="#Page_72">72</a>, <i>shorn</i>?</li>
<li> weir, <i>war</i>.</li>
<li> well, <a href="#Page_226">226</a>, qy. mell, <i>meddle or fight with</i>.</li>
<li> weme, <a href="#Page_98">98</a>, <i>belly</i>, <i>hollow</i>.</li>
<li> wend, <i>go</i>.</li>
<li> whigging, <i>moving fast</i>, <i>marching briskly</i>.</li>
<li> whilk, <i>which</i>.</li>
<li> whyll, <a href="#Page_15">15</a>, <i>till</i>.</li>
<li> wid, <i>would</i>.</li>
<li> wight, <a href="#Page_102">102</a>, <i>strong</i>, <i>quick</i>.</li>
<li> win, <i>go</i>, <i>get</i>.</li>
<li> win (hay), <i>make</i>, <i>get in</i>.</li>
<li> winna, <i>will not</i>.</li>
<li> wis, <a href="#Page_214">214</a>, <i>wish</i>.</li>
<li> woned unto the dead, <a href="#Page_222">222</a>, qy. vowed? <i>devoted themselves to death</i>?</li>
<li> wood, <i>mad</i>, <i>furious</i>.</li>
<li> worried, <a href="#Page_270">270</a>, <i>choked at</i>.</li>
<li> worthe, woe, <i>woe be to</i>.</li>
<li> wouche, <i>injury</i>.</li>
<li> wraithe, <i>wroth</i>.</li>
<li> writhe, <i>twisted</i>.</li>
<li> wyld, <a href="#Page_30">30</a>, seems to be used absolutely for <i>deer</i>.</li>
<li> wynn, (hay), <i>make</i>, <i>get in</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> ychone, <i>each one</i>.</li>
<li> yebent, <i>bent</i>.</li>
<li> yee, <i>eye</i>.</li>
<li> ye-feth, <i>i-faith</i>.</li>
<li> yender, <i>yonder</i>.</li>
<li> yerlle, <i>earl</i>.</li>
<li> yerly, <i>early</i>.</li>
<li> ye'se, <i>ye shall</i>.</li>
<li> yestreen, <i>yesterday</i>.</li>
<li> yill, <i>ale</i>.</li>
<li> yth' <i>in the</i>.</li>
</ul>
<ul><li> zield, <i>yield</i>.</li>
<li> zit, <i>yet</i>.</li>
</ul>
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<h4><a name="Transcribers_Notes" id="Transcribers_Notes"></a>Transcriber's Notes</h4>
<p>Page <a href="#Page_39">39</a>, line 101: changed "strenght" to "strength" (Many hade no
strength for to stande,)</p>
<p>Page <a href="#Page_108">108</a>: line note anchor moved from line 67 to line 68.</p>
<p>Page <a href="#Page_157">157</a>, line 11: changed "orher" to "order" (Lord Roxburgh was there,
in order to share)</p>
<p>Page <a href="#Page_191">191</a>, line 9-12: changed indentation of this verse to be consistent
with the rest of the ballad.</p>
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