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D.-BALLADS.

32. The Ancient Ballad of Chevy Chase. (Manual, pp. 67-69.)

Sir Philip Sydney, in his Discourse of Poetry, speaks of this Ballad in the following words:-"I never heard the old song of Piercy and Douglas, that I found not my heart more moved than with a tr'impet; and yet it is sung by some blind crowder with no rougher voice than rude stile; which being so evil apparelled in the dust and cobweb of that uncivil age, what would it work trimmed in the gorgeous eloquence of Pindar?"

THE FIRST FIT.'

The Persè owt of Northombarlande,
And a vowe to God mayd he,
That he wolde hunte in the mountayns
Off Chyviat within dayes thre,
In the mauger 3 of dougtè Dogles,
And all that ever with him be.

The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat

He sayd he wold kill, and cary them away:
Be my feth, sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,
I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.

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At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde

Lokyde at his hand full ny,

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He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge:
With him a mightè meany.

Both with spear, byll,10 and brande: "
Yt was a myghti sight to se,

Hardyar men both off hart nar hande
Were not in Christiantè.

The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good
Withouten any fayle;

The wear borne a-long be the watter a Twyde,
Yth 12 bowndes of Tividale.

Leave off the brytlyng of the dear, he sayde,

And to your bowys look ye tayk good heed;
For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne
Had ye never so mickle need.

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The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
Yt was the good lord Persè:

We wyll not tell the 'what' men we ar, he says,
Nor whos men that we be;

But we wyll hount hear in this chays

In the spyte of thyne, and of the.

The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat

We have kyld, and cast

14 to carry them a-way.

Be my troth, sayd the doughtè Dogglas agayn,
Ther-for the ton of us shall de this day.

Then sayd the doughtè Doglas

Unto the lord Persè:

To kyll all thes giltless men,
A-las! it wear great pittè.

But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande,

I am a yerle1 callyd within my contre;
Let all our men uppone a parti stande;
And do the battell off the and of me.

Now Cristes cors on his crowne, sayd the lord Persè,
Who-soever ther-to says nay.

Be my troth, doughtè Doglas, he says,
Thow shalt never se that day;

Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,

Nor for no man of a woman born,

But and fortune be my chance,

I dar met him on man for on.

Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
Ric. Wytharynton was him nam;

It shall never be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,
To kyng Herry the fourth for sham.

I wat" youe byn 18 great lordes twaw,
I am a poor squyar of lande;

I will never se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
And stande my-selffe, and looke on,

But whyll I may my weppone welde,

I wyll not 'fayl' both harte and hande.

That day, that day, that dredfull day;
The first fit here I fynde.

And youe wyll here any mor athe hountyng athe Chyviat,
Yet ys ther mor behynde.

14 Mean.

15 One.

18 Earl.

17 Know.

18 Are.

19 Slew.

THE SECOND FIT.

The Yngglishe men hade ther bowys yebent,

The hartes were good yenoughe;

The first of arros that the shote off,

Seven skore spear-men the sloughe.19

Yet bydys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent

A captayne good yenoughe,

And that was sene verament,

For he wrought hom both woo and wouche.30

The Dogglas pertyd his ost in thre,
Like a cheffe cheften 21 off pryde,
With suar 22 speares of myghttè tre
The cum in on every syde.

Thrughe our Yngglishe archery
Gave many a wounde full wyde;
Many a doughete the garde to dy,
Which ganyde 23 them no pryde.

The Yngglishe men let thear bowys be,
And pulde 24 owt brandes that wer bright;
It was a hevy syght to se

Bryght swordes on basnites 25 lyght.

Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple
Many sterne the stroke downe streight:
Many a freyke 26 that was full free,
That undar foot dyd lyght.

At last the Duglas and the Persè met,
Lyk to captayns of myght and mayne;
The swapte togethar tyll the both swat
With swordes, that wear of fyn myllàn.

Thes worthè freckys for to fyght

Ther-to the wear full fayne,

Tyll the bloode owte off their basnites sprente,"
As ever dyd heal or rayne.

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25 Helmets.

20 Fellow.

27 Sprung.

28 Hail.

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That was, Fyghte ye, my merry men whyllys 3 ye may,

For my lyff days ben 33 gan.

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To have sayvde thy lyffe I wold have pertyd 36 with

My landes for years thre,

For a better man of hart, nare of hande

Was not in all the north countrè.

Of all that se 37 a Skottishe knyght,

Was callyd Sir Hewe the Mongonbyrry,

He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght; 39
He spendyd 39 a spear a trusti tre:

He rod uppon a corsiare

Throughe a hondrith archery;

He never styntyde 40 nar never blane,41
Tyll he cam to the good lord Persè.

He set uppone the lord Persè

A dynte that was full soare;

With a suar spear of a myghtè tre

Clean thorow the body he the Persè bore,

30 Ane, one, sc. man.
&6 Parted.
37 Saw.

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