order next the Admiral The lusty Knight Lord Clifford went Who had been shroud iâ— shepherds earn While twice twelve years were gone spent For when his father at Wakefield The Duke of York and his son had slain By friend in this wise he had seal'd Till 〈◊〉 â—â—le of Richmond gâ—n his reign Who him restor'd to all his right And seated him in his sires land Or else to death he had been dight While th' house of York had th' up ' hand Now like a Captain bold he brought A band of lusty lads elect Whose curious coats cunningly wrought With dreadful dragon were bedeckt From Pennigent to Pendlehill From Linton to Longadingham And all that Craven coasts did till They with the lusty Clifford came All Staincliffe hundred went with him With striplings strong from Worledale And all that Hauton hills did climb With Lâ—ngstroth eke and Litton dale Whose milk-fed fellows fleshly bred Well broun'd with sounding bows up bend All such as Hortâ—n fells had fed On Cliffords Banner did attend Next whom Lord Lomley and Latimer Were equal matcht with all their power With whom was nex'd their neighbour near Lord Comis stout and stiff in stoure With many a Gentleman and Squire From Ryppon Ripley and Rye-dale With them march'd forth all Massamshire With Nâ—isterfield and Nether-dale With till-men tough in harness store Which turn'd the furrows of Mittan field With bill-wen bold from Blaikamore Most warlike wights these Lords did wield Next whom was plac'd with all his power Lord Scroop of Upsall the agie Knight Then Sir Stephen Bull with all his power Was match'd next him with all his might Sir Walter Arisith sage and grave Was with Sir Henry Sherburn bent And under Bulmers banner brave Th' whole Bishoprick of Durham went Whom ensued Sir Christopher Ward With him sir Edward Ethingham Next were sir Nicholas Appleyard Sir Metham Sidney Averingham All these in foremost battel bold These valiant wights in vangard were Seven thousand men numbred and told Simplest of whom bare bow or spear Then the Earl Sir Edmond Haworth 'Gan call whom Marshal he made My son said he now soon set forth With valiant heart the Scots invade Chief Captain of the right-hand wing To brother thine I thee ordain Now surely see thou serve the King Imploy thy power let for no pain Of Southern souldiers hundred two Under thy wing shall wend with thee A thousand thanks Sir Edmond tho Did render to his father free With him was match't as equal mate Bryan Tunstal a trusty Squire Whose stomack stout nought could abate Nor nought could sway his bold desire The glory of his Grandsire old The famous acts eke of his sire His blood unblotted made him bold And stir'd his stomack hot as fire For when debate did first begin And rancor rais'd most ruful work And ruffling rul'd this Realm within 'Twixt Lancaster and the house of York During which hurly burly and strife Were murthered many a mothers child And many a Lord bereav'd of life And many a noble house blood fild But this mans father void of fear While in this Realm such ruffling was To Harry the sixth did still adhere And for no pains did from him pass For he to York would never yeeld For all the struggling stir and strife Nine times he fiercely fought in field So oft in danger was his life And when the King was captive caught And the Earl of Warwick overthrown To save his life best means he sought And was in Bark to Brittain blown And with the Earl of Richmond remaind With Lords of the Lancastrian kin When the Earl in th' end the garland gain'd And of England did the Empire win He rendred Tunstal to his right And knowing his blotless blood unblam'd He eke did cause this trusty Knight Undefil'd Tunstal to be nam'd Most fiercely he sought at Thallian field Where Martin Swart on ground lay slain When rage did reign he never reel'd But like a rock did still remain Now came this man amongst the rest To match his father in manhood For battel ready bent and prest With him a band of lusty blood Next went Sir Bould and Butler brave Two lusty Knights of Lancashire Then Barkerton bold and By god grave With Warcop wild a worthy Squire Next Richard Chomley and Chiston stout With men of Haafield and of Hull Lawrence of Dun with all his rout The people fresh with them did pull John Clarâ—ice then was nexed neare With Stapleton of stomack stern Next whom Fitz William forth did fare Whom martial ' ffairs was not to learn These Captains keen with all their might In Right-hand wing did warlike wend All these on Edmund Haworth Knight The Earl his sire ordain'd to attend Then next the Left-hand wing did wield Sir Marmaduke Constable old With him a troop well tryed in field And eke his sons and kinsfolk bold Next whom Sir William Pearcy proud Went with the Earl Pearcy's power From Lancashire of lusty blood A thousand souldiers stiff in store Then the Earl himself can undertake Of the reereward the Regiment Whom Barons bold did bravely back And Southern souldiers seemly bent Next whom in place was nexed neare Lord Scroop of Bolton stern and stout On horse-back who had not his peere No English-man Scots more did doubt With him did wend all Wensadale From Morton unto Moisdel-more All they that dwelt by th' banks of Swale With him were bent in harness store From Wâ—nsedale warlike wights did wend From Bishops-dale went bowmen bold From Coverdale to Cotter-end And all to Kidstone-cause cold From Mollerstang and Midleham And all from Mask and Midleconby And all that climb the Mountain Cam Whose crown from frost is seldome free With lusty lads and large of length Which dwelt on Seimar wather side All Richmondshire total strength The lusty Scroop did lead and guid Next went Sir Phillip Tilney tall With him Sir Thomas Barkley brave Sir John Radcliffe in armes Royal With Sir William Gascoine grave Next whom did pass with all his rour Sir Christopher Pickering proud Sir Bryan Stappleton stout Two valiant Knights of Noble blood Next with Sir John Stanley there yeaâ— The Bishop of Elyes servants bold Sir Lyonell Pearcy eke did lead Some hundred men well tryed and told Next went Sir Mimham Markinfie In armour coat of cuning work The next went Sir John Mounvile With him the Citizens of York Sir George Darcy in banner bright Did bear a bloody broken spear Next went Sir Magnus with his might And Chestane bold of lusty cheere Sir Guy Dawnie with glorious rouâ— Then Mr. Dawbies servants bold Then Richard Tempest with his rooâ— In Rereward thus their ray did hold The right hand wing with all his rout The lusty Lord Dacres did lead With him the bowes of Kendall stout With milk-white coats and crosses red All Keswick eke and Cockermonth And all the Capel and craggy hills All Westmorland both North and South Whose weapons were great weighty bills All Carlile eke
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
well near And th' English Lords lying on grass Till time the trumpet did appear And told the Earl all the case How that the Scots they did detain Rougcrosse and credit would him not And for to know the truth more plain The King himself had sent a Scot. Which he constrained for to stay And lodg'd then in a little Village Lest he their order might display Which might turn to the Scots advantage Which when the Earl understood He view'd the Scotchmens dealings all With little sound and sober mood He straight did on his Council call Where he in presence did report The total tale the Trumpet told The Council mus'd with marvel great Why th' Scots their Herald did with-hold And causes none they could conject But all surmises were defer'd And sage advice was clean defect Till they the Scotish Herald heard Wherefore as soon as Phoebus fair Dame Luna's light and Stars did stain And burn in Chaffings fiery chair His startling Steeds hail'd forth amain The Earl and his Council sage To horseback then they hyed round And every man did bring his Page To hold their horses in that stound But when they stept within the street The Scot was scarce from Capage got Where he their English Lord did greet With little courtesie like a Scot. Which done the Earl did command His Message he should manifest Then Ilay hastily out of hand His chiefest charge anon exprest My Soveraign Lord quoth he King James Would of your Honour gladly hear If Rougcrosse was charg'd in your name Such bold word to his Grace to bear My Mr. doth mistrust his word With leasing to be understood Likewise do all our peerâ—esâ— Lords Then soon he told what Rougcrosse said Quoth th' Earl what doth thy Mr. mean Of Herald ours to make such dread His Message for to forge or feign Of leasing we do stand no need Our Heralds words wee 'l justifie For verity he did reveil His writings eke the same will try Which of our Armes do bear the seal Wherefore I of thy Mr. muse Our Herald why he handleth so And ' gainst all reason doth refuse Our Message to make answer to Then Ilay again to him reply'd I say quoth he be said my Lord And to your Message at this tide I shall make answer word for word And for Ford Castle first of all Which to preserve ye did make suit To save the same from fire and fall My Mr. thereto biddeth mute And for the Owner of the Fort Who William Herrâ—n hath to name My Mr. name to shew you short He will not answer to the same For Johnston and Sr. Sandy Hume Richard Hume and William Carr Our Prince himself in person 's come Them to redeem by dint of warr If ye your message dare make good On Friday next in Field to fight My Mr. with a manful mood To mighty Jâ—ve hath promis'd plight For to abide the battel bold And give their folks fighting their fill And that your Lordship show I should So grateful be his Grace until As any Earl England thorough For if ye had such message sent He being at home in Edenborough Would gladly have answer'd your intent Now if wiâ—h dint of sword ye dare Abide his Grace in battel bold On Friday next he craves no far My Message whole now I have told A thousand thinks the Earl there Unto the royal King did yield Whose princely heart did not forbear So simple a Lord to meet in field And then a valiant vow he plight That he the battel bold would bide And on prefixed day to fight Which done he did command that tide The Scotish Herald Iley Klept A season there he should sojourn And in safe custody be kept Till time that Rougcrosse did return When as the Herald Ilay heard Straight to the King his servant sent Who to his Grace all things declar'd With the Earls answer and intent The King then Rougercsse did discharge Who hâ—ed home to th' Earl in hast Then Ilâ—y was let go at large When Rougcrosse came who was kept fast Then Rougcrosse did make true report To th' Earl and Captains in like case As he had seen and in what sort The Scotish King encamped was Even on the height of Floddan Hill Where down below his Ord'nance lay So strong that no mans study or skill To fight with him could find a way Such mountains steep such craggy hills His Army on th' one side did inclose The other side great grizly gills Did sence with fenny mire and mosse Which when the Earl understood He counsel crav'd of his Captains all Who bad set sorth with manful mood And take such fortune as would fall The Seventh Fit followeth WHereto the Earl did soon consent And quickly called for a guide Leâ— by the way he harm might hent But hark what happened that tide When th' Army press'd was to proceed All ray'd in ranks ready to fight Câ—me scowring all in scarlet red With lusty Lance a horseman light His face with velvet vizard hid Thus plainly have I heard report Who radly by the ranks did ride And straight to the Earl did resort All th' Army marvel'd at this man To see him ride in such array But what he was or whence he came No wight there was could certain say When he the Earl of Surrey saw From Saddle light he leaped there And down on knees did lowe full low Holding in hand his horse and spear And on this sort he silence brake My Lord quoth he grant me some grace Pardon my life for pitty sake You have the Princes power and place Grant at your hand I grace may have Freely forgive me mine offence Perchance ye shortly shall perceive Your kindness I may recompence Quoth the Earl then note us thy name Belike thou hast done some heinous deed Thou dare not shew thy face for shame What is thy fact declare with speed If thou have wrought some treason tell Or English blood by murther spilt Or thou hast been some rude Rebel Else we will pardon thee thy guilt Then he to the Earl can reply And say my Lord for offence such The total world I do defie With treason me no man can touch I grant indeed I wrong have wrought Yet disobedience was the worst Else am I clear from deed or thought And extreams they to me have forc'd And as for murthering English men I never hurt man maid nor wife Howbeit Scots some nine or ten At least I have bereav'd of life Else I in time of wealth or want Still to my King persisted true Wherefore good Lord my life do grant My name then shortly I shall shew Quoth the Earl then pluck up thy heart Thou seems to be no person prave Stand up at once lay dread apart Thy pardon free here thou shalt have Thou seems to be a man indeed And of thy hands hardy and wight Of such a man we shall stand need Perchance on Friday next at night Then on his feet he start up