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Floddan field in nine fits being an exact history of that famous memorable battle fought between English and Scots on Floddan-hill in the time of Henry the Eighth anno 1513 : worthy the perusal of the English nobility.; Flodden feilde.
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nigh pursu'd His banner bearer down they bet And all the prey and spoile rescude Besides a sort of geldings great Six hundred Scots lay slain on ground Five hundred prisoners and more Of English men slain in that stound The number was not past threescore In August moneth this broile befell The Scots black day with their blood As diverse old men yet do tell The Scots call it the devilish road Thus while the Scots both nigh and far Were through all Scotland occupide In framing weapons fit for war And mustring men on every side By this time came the herald sent Before the Town of Torwin high Whereto King Harry straight did wend And louting low upon his knee The King he reverently gan greet And took to him his Letters large His Masters minde he let him weet And did his whole message discharge The Letters soon were look'd upon And in the Kings presence perus'd The Scottish Kings cracks who shew'd each one And how his Majesty he misus'd And summond him his seige to cease And stay his wars taken in hand Or else he with a mighty press Would straight invade his native Land King Henrys heart began to rise And to the Herald hot can say Thy Master thus I did surmise In our absence would partlâ— play Indeed he doth not now digress From his old predecessors prave But if he do my Land distress I hope he welcom hard shall have For in my Land I left a Lord Which with the aid of my noble Queen Will stay your Prince at point of sword And turn such truthless guest to teen Let him not deem so destitute My Land of Lords and lusty Knights For if he dare to prosecute He shall find some Warlike wights Which will withstand him stifly in store And eke his streaming standarts rent He shall meet with many sharp showers Before he pass the flood of Trent For since he perjur'd now doth prove And doth so small esteem his Oath Our siege we will not cease to move Be he never so wood nor wroth But a valiant vow now we shall make At what time as we shall return All Scotland we shall harry and sack And never cease to spoil and burn And never peace with him contrive Nor never League nor love day take While one false Scot is left alive And till that Land be brought to wrack Then he to thâ— King of Scots can write A letter fast of full defiance That he for all his â—re and spight Would still proceed his Wars in France And took it to the Heraulds hand And gave him eke a rich reward Then homewards he away gan ween'd And towards Scotland forth he far'd But while he waited for the wind And for his Ship did things ordain For all his hast he came behind He never saw his Prince again Anon King Henry the Scottish Bill Unto the Earl of Surry sent To Pomsret where he stayed still And bade him be for battel bent The Earl all things gan to provide The Scotch Kings purpose to resist And through all Scotland far and wide All that was done straightway he wist For the Lord Dacres did perceive The Scots meaning manifest Their meetings and their Musters brave And daily ridings without rest The sooth whereof he sent straightway And told the Earl of Surry sage That time was not to make delay But Souldiers soon to fee and wage Which when the Earl understood His Letters fast he forth did dress Unto each man of Noble blood To have their men in readiness And eke what numbers they could make Of warlike wights all well array'd Then with sir Phillip Tillney he spoke How that their wages might be paid And after for Ordnance he sent Unto Sir Nicholas Appleyard Which to his bidding soon was bent And towards him apace prepar'd With Culverings and Cortals great And double Canons two or three He brought them on by stee and street To Durham in the North-country That done the Earle letters wrote Unto each Castle Fort and hold That they should furnish them with shot And fortifie their Bulwarks bold Which answered all with stomacks stout And every Captain with his Crew That they would beat the Scots quite out Till the King came home their rescue Which answer of the Captains keen The Earle greatly did delight But this while what the Scots did mean And of King James then will I write For after he to his brother in law Defiance into France had sent His nobles all to him did draw Well busked and for battel bent When they were all assembled Saâ— The town of Edenbrough before Fifty great Lords there were of Fame And Barons bold besides great store And Prelates proud a populous lave And Abbots boldly there were bown With Bishop of St. Andrews brave Which was King James his bastard son Surely it was an unseemly sight Contrary to our Christian laws A Prelate for to press to fight And specially in a wicked cause Are these the Scâ—ts religious rules Who taught the Priests such pranks perverse To march forth mustred on their mules And souldier like to sue God Mars The messenger of Christ St. Paul Taught them to shoot at no such prick Peter nor Christ Apostles all Never taught them any such trick Their Patron so did not them learn St. Andrew with his shored crosse But sure St. Triman of Quitorâ—e Or Doffin their Demigod of Ros. This Bishop bold this bastard blest With other Bishops in his band And Abots eke as bold as the best For beagle-rods tooks bills in hand And every Lord with him did lead And mighty band for battle prâ—st So that in number they did exceed A hundred thousand men at least King James for joy began to jet So huge an at my to behold Then soon he bade them forward set And eke blaze out his banners bold Each Lord went on then with his band And every Captain with his crue Then Minstrels mirthed all the land And brazen trumpets loud up blew Then drums struck up with hideous sound And banners bravely waved wide Men might behold no where bare ground But souldiers arm'd on every side In midst of ranks there rode the King On stately steed which stout did stamp A goodly sight to see him fling And how his fomy bits he champ'd King James thus gorgeously can ride Great pleasure to his Peers to see Thus rode this Prince puft up with pride Whose lofty heart was but too high For he thought himself able enough Having so mighty a multitude All Europe then for to pass through And that no hold could him exclude Nor any King in Christendome In field to meet him was of might No not the great Caesar of Rome Had been of force with him to fight Nor Hercules nor Haniball The Soulden Sophy nor the Turk None of the mighty Monarchs all Such lusty blood in him did lurk But yet for all his armed host And eke for all his haughty heart Full soon abated was his bost And