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So thus did both theſe nobles die,
whoſe courage none could ſtain;
An English archer then perceived,
The noble earl was ſlain.
He had a bow bent is his hand,
made of a truſty yew;
An arrow of a cloth yard long,
unto the head he drew.
Againſt Sir. Hugh Montgomery,
So right the ſhaft he ſet,
The grey gooſe wing that was thereon
in his heart's blood was wet.
This fight did laſt from break of day
till ſetting of the ſun;
For when they rung the evening bell
the battle ſcarce was done.
With Earl Percy there was ſlain
Sir John of Ogerton,
Sir Roger Ratcliff, and Sir John,
Sir James, that bold baron;
And with Sir George, and good Sir James,
Both knights of good account,
Good Sir Ralph Raby, there was ſlain,
whoſe proweſs did ſurmount.
For Witherington I needs muſt wail,
as one in doleful dumps,
For, when his legs were ſmitten off,
he fought upon his ſtumps
Of twenty hundred bowmen bold,
Scarce fifty five did flee;
The reſt were ſlain in Chevy Chace,
Under the green-wood tree.
And with Earl Douglas there was ſlain
Sir Hugh Montgomery;
Sir Charles Currel, that from the field
one foot would never fly;
