A knight amongst the Scots there was Who straight in wrath did vow revenge Sir Hugh Montgomery was he called, Well mounted on a gallant steed, Ran fiercely through the fight; And past the English archers all, And through Earl Percy's body then With such vehement force and might The staff ran through the other side So thus did both these nobles die, He had a bow bent in his hand, An arrow of a cloth-yard long To the hard head haled he. Tales of the Olden Time Tales of the Olden Time Against Sir Hugh Montgomery So right the shaft he set, This fight did last from break of day For when they rung the evening-bell, With stout Earl Percy there was slain Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James, that bold baròn. And with Sir George and stout Sir James, For Witherington needs must I wail And with Earl Douglas there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery, Sir Charles Murray, that from the field, Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff, too His sister's son was he; Sir David Lamb, so well esteemed, But saved he could not be. And the Lord Maxwell in like case Of twenty hundred Scottish spears, Of fifteen hundred Englishmen, The rest on Chevy-Chace were slain, Under the greenwood tree. Next day did many widows come, They washed their wounds in brinish tears, Their bodies, bathed in purple blood, They bore with them away; They kissed them dead a thousand times, The news was brought to Edinburgh, Tales of the Olden Time Tales of the Olden Time "Oh heavy news," King James did say; "Scotland can witness be I have not any captain more Of such account as he.” Like tidings to King Henry came That Percy of Northumberland "Now God be with him," said our king, I trust I have within my realm "Yet shall not Scots or Scotland say But I will vengeance take: I'll be revenged on them all, For brave Earl Percy's sake.” This vow full well the king performed In one day fifty knights were slain, And of the rest, of small account, Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chace, Made by the Earl Percy. God save the king, and bless this land, With plenty, joy and peace; And grant, henceforth, that foul debate Tales of the Olden Time "Twixt noblemen may cease! OLD BALLAD. Hynde Horn "Oh, it's Hynde Horn fair, and it's Hynde Horn free; Oh, where were you born, and in what countrie? " "In a far distant countrie I was born; But of home and friends I am quite forlorn." Oh, it's seven long years he served the king, Oh, he gave to his love a silver wand, And his love gave to him a gay gold ring, |