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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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are Put case our total English power Were ready drest and made in meat They at meals two would us devour The Scottish army is so great Therefore let each mans mind be exprest How that the Scots we may convince And how to passe this peril best And save the honour of our Prince Then spake Sir Edward Stanley stout Where fierce on the Earl he fix'd his eyn What need have we thus for to doubt And be afraid of foes unseen Shall we lie loytering on this manner And still permit the Scots in rest Fy let them see an English banner And how our souldiers are seemly drest What though our foes be five to one For that let not our stomacks fail God gives the stroke when all is done If it please him we shall prevail If ancient books we do peruse Set forth by famous Clerks of old Which of Christians Pagans and Jews Do plain describe the battles bold There may we certain see in sight Many a mighty Prince and King With populous armies put to flight And vanquished by a little wing With hundreds three Judge Gedeon The Midian host o're came in sight Sir Jonathan Saul's son alone The fierce Phillistians put to flight So Judas Machabeus the man Of formost fame amongst all Knights Who can describe war fields he wan With handfuls small of warlike wights The mighty Macedonian Prince With a small puissance and power King Darius host did all convince Who for one was in number four The great renowned Roman Peers Their glorious praise never shall blin Nor fame that daily fils men ears Through numbers great did never win For Titus Livy doth protest The less their power the more their gain When they were most they wan the least The greater press more people slain Example at Cambs fierce conflict So many Nobles there were slain That bushels three there were collect Of Rings from dead mens fingers drawn Where Scipio with numbers small Of warlike wights of lusty blood In field to flight put Haniball And burnt with fire Carthage proud What further need I for to seek Of Christian Kings the manful acts Since yet the fame doth record reke Of Harry with his famous facts All Europe yet afresh doth sound Of his high prowess with report What standarts stout brought he to th' ground With numbers small at Agincourt All France yet trembleth to hear talk What Nobles unto death were dight Two thousand besides vulgar folk Simplest of whom was Squire or Knight He never stint from war and strife Till th' heir of France he was proclaim'd If fate had lent him longer life With English Laws all France he had fram'd Of Bedford eke his brother John The Dolphin bet with a small band Lord Talbott with his name alone To tremble forc'd all the French land The Earl of Richmond with small power Of England wan both Realm and Crown At Bosworth where the braging bore With all his host was overthrown So though the Scottish host be great Let us not stint but them withstand In battel hold we shall them beat For God will help us with his hand If we in field be fighting slain And be in battel brought to ground Perpetual praise then we shall gain Men will our fame for aye out sound The memory of our great manhood ' Mongst English men for aye shall last And then for vengeance of our blood King Harry home from France will hast Our kinsfolk and our cousins free Will wreak our deaths with doleful dint Till time that they revenged be From sturdy strokes they will not stint Our Ghosts shall go to God on high Though bodies vile to death be dight In better case we cannot die Then fighting for our Countries right Put case the lot light contrary As firm my faith is fixt it shall And we to gain the Victory Good fortune on our side shall fall And that we give our foes the foile What worthy praise then shall we win What mighty prey what plenteous spoile What prisoners of Princely kin The Prince is there himself King James With Prelates rich passing in pride Fifty great Lords there are of name Great Barons Knights and Squires beside Whose tents if standing they be found When fight is done I do not fear But for entering our English ground Their charges they shall pay full dear Such fate shall fall to them I trust As Elders theirs have done before Who into England seld ' did burst But they were burst in battle sore Their mighty Mars King Malchomy Did valiantly this land invade At Tinmoth he was forc't to flee And slain was by an English blade King David unto Durham came Who with the Scots in pitched field For all their pride yet lost the game King David there did captive yeeld What shall I further mention make Of Henry the fourth how in his dayes The Earl of Morry and Lord Mordack Augons and Douglasse prickt with praise Did enter in Northumberland And murthered men without mercy Were they not bet by a small band In battle by Sir Henry Pearcy The story saith who list to look Ten thousand Scots in field was slain And through the valiant Pearcy's stroke All the Earls did Captives remain Such luck I trust to our foes shall light And all that wars do raise in wrong Wherefore against them let us fight It 's shame we loyter here so long If any seem abased to be That we in battel shall be bet Cheshire and Lancashire with me Shall give the Scots the first onset When this was said the Stanley stout All silent down did sit in place The eyes of all the Lords about Were fix'd upon his valiant face His wisdome great all wondered at And all his manful proffer prais'd All they that would have lingered late Their courage keen now was up-rais'd Now they that lately would have stay'd With formost cry'd forth to the field With one voice all the Earl pray'd That Stanley might the Vangard weild But on that side the Earl of Surry Was deaf for why he could not hear For stirr'd now up with Stanley's glory His rancor old it was up-rear'd Quoth he the Kings place I supply At pleasure mine each things shall bide Then each Captain he did on cry In presence to appear that tide That done straightway he did ordain His battel brief on this same sort Whose order and aray right-plain With Pen I shall make true report The fifth Fit FOr when Stanley with stomack stout Did valiantly the Vangard crave The old Faâ—l of Surrey sore did doubt That he too high honour should have If that fortune sell on his part And valient victor did return ' â—â—ainst Stanleys blood such hateful heart In the Earls breast did boiling burn Wherefore in foreward first of all Chief Captain constituted he His loving son Lord Admiral With souldiers such as came from Sea Whom doughty Lords associate With Barons bold and hardy Knights Lord Ogle whom as then did lead A lordly band of warlike wights In
straight And thanked the Earl at that tide Then on his horse he leaped light Saying my Lord ye lack a Guide But I shall you conduct full straight To where the Scots encamped are I know of old the Scotish sleight And crafty stratagems of war Thereto experience hath me taught Now I shall shew you who I am On borders here I was up brought And Bastard Hearon is my name What quoth th' Earl Bastard Hearon He dyed at least now two years since Betwixt Newarke and Northampton He perisht through the Pestilence Our King to death had deem'd the man ' Cause he the Scotish Warden slew And on our borders first began Those â—aging warrs for to renew But God his purpose did prevent He died of the Plague to prove King Harry his death did since lament He wondrous well the man did love Would God thy tale were true this tide Thou Bastard Hâ—aron might be found Thou in this gate should be our guide I wot right well thou knows the ground I am the same said he again And therewith did unfold his face Each person then perceived plain That done he opened all the case Quoth he when I the Scots Warden Had with blade bereav'd of life I wist well I should get no pardon But sure I was to suffer death In hast King Harry for me sent To whom I durst not disobey So towards London straight I went But hark what wile I wrought by th' way I nought but truth to you shall note That time in many a Town and Borough The Pestilence was passing hot And raging reign'd all England thorough So coming to a certain Town I said I was infected sore And in a Lodge they laid me down VVhere company I had no more But my own secret servants three For Townsmen ' fraid for fear did watch So in that stead no more I staid But homeward by the dark dispatch My servants secretly that night Did frame a Corps in cunning sort And on the morrow as it was light My death did rufully report And so my servants soon that Morn The Corps to bury made them bowne Crying alas like men forlorn And seem'd for sorrow to fall down The Corps they cunningly convey'd And caus'd the Bells aloud be rung And money to the Priest they paid And Service for my soul was sung Which done they tydings straight did bring Unto King Henry how I was dead Christ have his soul then said the King For sure he should have lost his head If he up to the Court had come I promise had so by St. Paul But since God did prevent our doom Almighty Christ forgive his soul To Mansion mine I came at last By journies nimbly all be night And now two years or more are past Since J aptly appeard in sight No wight did weet but I was dead Save my three Servants and my wife Now I am start up in this steed And come again from death to life Which said the Lords and Captains Sam From laughing loud could not abstain To hear his gaâ—de they had good gam And of his welfare all were fain Whose policy they had perceived And often times his truth had try'd Which was the cause so sore they craved This Hearon grave to be their guid Then forth before he fiercely flew The Borders bold to him did draw The total Army did ensue And came that night to Wallers Haw There the English Lords did lodge their Host Because the place was plain and dry And was within six miles at most Whereas their Enemyes host did ly The morrow next they all remov'd Though weather were both fold and ill Along down by a pleasant floâ—d which called is the water of till And all that day they view'd in sight Whereas the Scots for battle bold Because the day was spent that night The Army lodg'd at Barrin wood Then Valiantly with the Vantgard The morrow next with Mature skill The Admiral did march forward And passed over the water of till At Toynsil bridge with ordinance And other Enginâ— fit for War His father eke did forth advance And at Milford from thence not fâ—â— With the rear ward the river past All ready in ranks and battle array They had no need more time to wast For victuals they had none that day But black fasting as they were born From flesh or fish or other food Drink had they none two dayes before But water wan in runing flood Yet they such stedful faiths did bear Unto their King and Native land Each one to other then did swear Gainst foes to fight while they could stand And never flee while life did last But rather dye by dint of sword thus over plains and hills they past Vntill they came at Sandifort A brook of breadth a Taylors yard Where the Earl of Surry thus did say Good fellows Souldiers be not fear'd But fight it out like men this day Like English men now play your parts Bestow your stroaks with stomack bold Yee know the Scottish coward hearts And how we have them scourged of old Strike but three stroaks with stomack stout And shoot each man sharp arrows three And you shall see without all doubt The scolding Scots begin to flee Think on your Countries common wealth In what estate the same shall stand To English men no hopes of health If Scots do get the upper hand If we should not boldly abide But beastlike backs of them should turn All England North from Trent to Tweed The haughty Scots would harry and burn Your Faithful wives your daughters pure They would not stick for to defile Of life none should be safe and sure But murthered be by villains vile But if yee 'l fight like Souldiers fierce So that by force we win the field My tongue cannot tell and rehearse What plenteous soil we then shall wield Beside all that perpetual praise Throughout all ages shall we gain And quietly drive forth our dayes And in perduring peace remain All Sam. the souldiers then replâ—d And there to th' Earl promised plight There on that bent boldly to bide And never flee but fiercely fight Then Marched forth the men of War And every band their banner shew'd And Trumpets hoarse was heard afar And glistering harness shining view'd Thus they past forth on the plain And streight forth by a valley low Where up above on the Mountain The Scotish army in fight they saw Whom they did leave on the left hand And past forth on the sunny side Till 'twixt the Scots and Scotish land They were conducted by their guide Now all this while the King of Scots Beheld them fair before his eyne Within his mind drove many doubts Musing what th' English men did mean Giles Musgrave was a Guileful Greek And friend familiar with the King Who said Sir King if you do seek To know the English mens meaning Ye better notice none can have Then that which I to you shall tell What they forecast I full conceive Yea I know