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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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the spear-men forth he sprung And fiercely among their foes he flew Where David Hume down dead lay flung And many a Scot that stout did stand With dreadful death they did reward So Haworth through bold Hearons hand Came safe and sound to the Vantgard VVhere the Admiral with strength extent Then in the field fierce fighting was ' Gainst whom in battle bold was bent Two Earles of an Antique race Th' one Crafford call'd th' other Montrosse Who led twelve thousand Scotch-men strong Who manfully met with their foes With leaden meells and lances long Their battering blows made sallet sound There many a sturdy stroak was given And many a Barron brought to ground And many a Banner broad was riven But yet in fine through mighty force The Admiral quit himself so well And wrought so that the Scots had worst For down in field both Earls fell Then the Earl of Surry next by east Most fiercely ' gainst his enemies fought Gainst whom King James in person prest With banners blaised his battle brought Wherein was many a Barron bold And many a Lord of lusty blood And trusty Knight well tried of old And mitered Prelats passing proud With th' Earl of Catnesse and Castell The Earl of Moarton and of Mar With Arell and Adell and Athell Of Bothwell bold and of Clenbar Lord Lovet led a lusty power So Clueston Inderby and Rosse Lord Maxwell with his brethren four With Borthwick Brogginy and Forbos Lord Arskill Sentcleaâ— and simpell With souldiers try'd a mighty some All with the King came down the hill VVith Cowell Kay and Caddie Hume With Captains of Commons stout Above twenty thousand men at least Which with the King most fierce on foot Against their foes then adrest Now th' Earl of Surry on th' English side Incouraged his Souldiers keen Crying good fellows strike this tide Now let your doughty deeds be seen Then spears and pickes to work was put And blows with bils most dure was delt And many a cap of steel through cut And swindging swaps made many svvelt There many a souldier fell in svvound On either side with wounds right sore And many a strong man strucken down Some dying ragiously did roar Then on the Scotch part right proud The Earl of Bothwell then out brast And stepping forth with stomach good Into the Enemies throng he thrast And Bothwell Bothwel cryed bold To cause his souldiers to ensue But there he catcht a welcome cold Th' English men streight down him threw Thus Haburn through his hardy hart His fatal fine in conflict found Now all this while on either part Were delt full many a deadly wound On either side were souldiers slain And stricken down by strength of hand That who could win none weet might plain The victory in doubt did stand The Ninth fit Tiâ—l at the last the Stanley stout Came marching up the mountain steep His folks could hardâ—y fest their feet But forc'd on hands and feet to creep And some their boots left down below That toes might take the better hold Some from their feet the shoes did throw Of true men thus I have heard told The sweat down from their bodies ran And hearts did hop in panting brest At last the mountain top they wan In warlick wise e're Scotchmen wist Where for a space the Stanley staid Till time his folks had taken breath To whom all Sam even thus he said Most hardy mates down from this heath Against our foes fast let us hye Our Country men to comfort and aid With fighting fierce I fear me I Through lingrink long may be o'relaid My Lancashire most lively wights And chosen mates of Cheshire strong From sounding bow your fethered flight Let fiercely fly your foes among March down from this mountain top And brunt of battle let us bide With stomack stout lets make no stop And Stanley stout will be your guid A scourge for Scots my father was He Barwick town from them did gain No doubt so ere this day shall pass His son like fortune shall obtain And now the Earl of Surry sore The Scots I see besets this tiâ—e Now since with foes he fight before Wee 'l suddenly set on their side The noise then made the mountains ring And Stanley stout they all did cry Out went anon the gray goose wing Against the Scots did slickering fly Then showrs of arrows sharp were shot They ratling ran as rank as hail And pierc'd the scalp oâ— many a Scot No shield nor pavish could prevaile Although the Scots at Stanley's name Were stonisht sore yet stout they stood Yet for defence they fiercely fâ—ame And narrow dint with danger boad And when the showre of arrows shot Did somewhat cease within a while That the Earl of Huntley haughty and hot With th' â—arl of Lenox and Argile Lord Boâ—thick Bogginie and Forbâ—sse With them ten thousand Scotchmâ—n strong Though death they endur'd with dâ—nger force Right stoutly yet they stood too 't long Which when the Stanley stout did see Into the tâ—rong he thundring thrast My lovely Lancashire lads quoth he Down with the Scots the day we wast Then foes he forc't to break their ranks Where many a life was lost that while No voice was heard but kill and slay Down goes the Earl of Argile The Earl of Lenox luck was like He fighting fierâ—e was slain that tide So Lord Forbâ—sse Bogginie and Borthwick Upon the bent did breathless bide And so the Earl of Hâ—ntly's hap Had been resembling to the rest But that through skill he made a scape With an English blade he had been blest But he by hap had a horse at hand On whom he skowring scap't away Else doubtlesse as the case did stand On Floddan hill he had dyed that day After these Lords were fallen and sled And companies left captain-lesse Being sore stonisht in that stead Did fall to flight both more and lesse Whom Stanley gits his total strength Persuâ—d right sore down on the plain Where on the King he light at length Which fighting was with all his main When his approach the King perceived With stomack stout he him withstood His Scots right bravely them behaved And boldly there the battle bode But when the English arrows shot On each part did so pierce and gall That eâ—re they came to handy stroaks A number great on ground did fall The King himself was wounded sore An arrow fierce in his for head light That hardly he could fight any more The blood so blemisht his sight Yet like a warrier stout he said And fiercely did exhort that tide His men to be nothing dismaid But battaile boldly there to bide But what avail'd his valour great Or bold device all was but vain His Captains keen faild at his feet And Standard Bearer down was slain Th' Arch-Bishop of St. Andrews brave King James his son in base begot That doleful day did death receive With many lusty Lord like Scot. As the Earle of Catness and Castel Marton and Fiarr for all their power The Earle of Arel and Athel Lord Maxwel with his brethren four And last of all among the lave King James himself to death was brought Yet by whose fact few could perceive But Stanley still most like was thought After the King and Captain slain The Commons straight did fall to flight The Englishmen pursued a main And never ceased while Sun gave light Then the Earle of Surrey made to sound A Trumpet for to retreat anon And Captains caus'd to keep their ground Till morrow next while night was done But th' English Souldiers all that night Although they weary were with roylâ— The Scotchmen costly slain in fight Of Jewels rich spared not to spoyle The Corps of many worthy wight They uncase of his comely aray And many a Barron brave and Knight Their bodies there naked lay The carcase of the King himself Bare naked was left as it was born th' Earle then could not know it well Searching the same upon the Morne Until Lord Dacres at the last By certain signs did him bewray The Corps then in a Cart being cast They to New-Castle did convey· Great store of Guns and Warlike geare Whereas the field was fought they found Which they to Barwick then being near And to New-Castle carryed round The certaine Summe being searched out Twelve thousand Scots dyed in that stead On th' English side were slain about Some fifteen hundred as we read Yet never a noble man of fame But Bryan Tunstal bold alas Whose Corps home to his burial came With worship great as worthy was This field was foughten in September In Chronicles as may be seen In the year of God as I remember One thousand five hundreth and thirteen Praconia Post funera manent FINIS
and Cumberland They with the Dacres proud did pass From Branton and from Broughly sands From Craistone and from Ravens-glasse With stripplings strong from Stainmoore-side And Austenmoore men marched even All chose that Gilsland grave did hide With horsmen light from Heshan leven All these did go in Dacres band All these ensu'd his banner broad No lustier Lord was in this land Nor more might boast of birth and blood Many houses strong and huge of height Were all his own to give or sell Fair Baronyes for his birth-right For heritage to him befell These royal Lords thus ray did hold With ranges ranks and warlike wings But yet the man is left untold On whom the matter wholly hings Whose worthy praise and prowesse great Whose glorious fame shall never blin Nor Neptune never shall forget What laud he hath left to his kin Sr. Edward Stanley stiffe in stoure He is the man on whom I mean With him did pass a mighty power Of Souldiers seemly to be seen Most liver Ladds in Lonsdale bred With weapons of unwealdy weight All such as Tatham Fells had fed Went under Stanley's Streamer bright From Bolland bill men bold were bowne With such as Botten-Banks did hide From Wharmoore up to Whittington And all to Wenning water-side From Silverdale and Kent Sand-side Whose soile is sown with Cockle-shells From Cartmell eke and Conny-side With Fellows fierce from Forneys fells All Lancashire for the most part The lusty Stanley stout can lead A stock of Striplings strong of heart Brought up from Babes with beef and bread From Warton unto Warrington From Wigham unto Wirsdale From Wedicar to Waddington From Ribchester to Ratchdale From Poulton and Preston with pikes They with the Stanley stout forth went From Pemerton and Pillingdikes For battel bilmen bold were bent With Fellows fresh and fierce in sight Which Horton Fields did turn in fores With lusty Lads liver and light From Blaikborn and Bolton i' th Moors With Children chosen from Cheshire In Armour hold for battel drest And many Gentleman and Squire Were under Stanley's streamer prest Thus Stanley stout the last of all Of the Rereward the rule did wield Which done to Bolton in Glendale The total Army took the Field Where all the Council did consent That Rougâ—rosse to the Scotish King With â—raight Instructions should be sent To know his Majesties meaning The Sixth Fit AND whereas the Castle of Ford He threatneth for to overthrow Rougcrosse was charged word for word The Earls intent to let him know That if his Grace would so agree To suffer that said Fort to stand And William Herron send home free Who then was captive in Scotland Whereto if th' King would condescend The Earl promised to restore And to the King straightway to send Of his Countrymen Captives four Lord Johnston and Sr. Sandy Humes Richard Hume and William Carr And where the King did sore presume In wrongful sort to stir up warr Against King Henry his Brother in Law And Commons cruelly did kill And Piles and Forts did fierce down throw And English blood spar'd not to spill The Earl charged the Herald straight To certifie the said Scotch King That he in Field with him would fight On Friday then next following And yet ere Rougcrosse forth did face The Admiral took him by aside And bad him to the King declare His coming and accesse that tide That he from Sea descended was VVith all his total power and might And that in foreward with his Grace He should him find fit for to fight And when the Scots on him did call At dayes of March to make redresse For Andrew Barton their Admiral Whom he with bloody blade did blesse Now he was come in person prest The said Andrews death to avouch And if it in his power doth rest Quoth he I shall serve them with such For there shall no Scot scape unslain The King his person sole except For so of th' Scots quoth he again No other courtesie I expect And yet ere Rougcrosse went his way The Earl and his Council did consent That the Scotch King without delay An Herald would again direct Wherefore Rougcrosse commanded was No Scotchman near the Field to bring Lest he their conduct might declare And thereby dangers great might spring Then Rougcrosse ready took his horse Bedeckt in coat of Armes most brave With him did weend a trumpet hoarse That Scots their coming might perceive Their Geldings were both good and light From galloping they seldom staid Till at the length they view'd in sight Whereas their Enemies Army laid The Scots watch them anon descride And them convey'd before the King Where he with Barons bold did bide Whom Rougcrosse did on knees kneeling With seemly salutation greet And after his instructions straight Each one he exprest in order meet And Letters ' livered there in sight Whom when the King of Scots had heard And eke had view'd his Letters large Even franticke like he fuming far'd And Bombard like did boasts discharge If true quoth he let be exprest Thou Herald sent anon recite And was your Earl so bold of breast Thus proudly to a Prince to write But since he seems to be so rough I swear quoth he by Scepter and Crown In faith he shall have fighting enough On Friday before Sun go down For here to God I promise plight We never pass will from this hill Till we have tryed your Earls might And given their folks fighting their fill Because he vex'd our Land of late Perchance his stomack is extold But now we will withstand his Grace Or thousand pates there shall he poll'd To presence then he call'd his Peers To whom he read the Earls Bill And audience given with ireful ears So said it came of little skill An Earl of so simple a Shire To annointed King such words to write Some bad the Schedule cast in fire Some for to speak did spare for spite Some said the Herald of his own head Such talk extempore did express And counsell'd with all possible speed An Herald hastily to address To know of the Earl of Surrey plain If he such message did procure And till the time he turn'd again The English Herald to make sure Whereto the King did soâ—n consent And Rougcrosse sure in safety kept And home with th' English trumpet sent An Herald by name Ilâ—y Klept Who was commanded for to know Of th' Earl and his Council sage If Rougcrosse truth to him did show Or if they had sent such Message And if he tydings tâ—â—e had brought And to his Grace avouc'd no lye The King in mind anon for thought How the Earl he might certifie Wherefore he Ilay instâ—ucted straight With Letters lâ—rge and loquinâ—ue Which done they soon set forth that night And towards th' English Camp they drew But at a little Village poor Ilay did â—ight and took lodging For th' Army was two miâ—es or more Whilst the trumpet shews of his coming The night was even at midst