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Sir Charles Currel, of Ratcliff, too,
his ſiſter's ſon was he;
Sir David Lamb, tho' ſo eſteem'd,
he ſaved could not be.
The brave Lord Maxwell likewiſe fell,
with others of high degree;
O fifteen hundred Scotiſh ſpears,
went home but fifty three.
Next day did many widows come
their huſbands to bewail;
They waſh'd their wounds in briny tears,
Yet all could not avail.
Their bodies, bath'd in purple gore,
with them they bore away;
And kiſs'd them- dead, a thousand times,
when they were cold as clay.
The news was brought to London town,
where England's king did reign,
That Percy of Northumberland,
at Chevy Chace was ſlain.
Oh! heavy news, King Henry ſaid,
England can witneſs be,
I have not another captain
of ſuch account as he.
Like tidings to King James did come,
which cauſed him much pain,
That the Earl Douglas ſuddenly
was with arrow ſlain.
Then God be with him, ſaid the King,
Since twill no better be,
I truſt I have in my realm
five hundred as good as he.
God ſave the king, and bleſs the land,
in plenty, joy, and peace;
And grant, henceforth, that foul debates
'twixt noblemen may ceaſe.
