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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
Licensed November 11. 1663 Roger L'Estrange 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 LONDON Printed by P. L. for H. B. VV P. and S. H. and are to be sold in Iâ—y-lane and Grays-Inn gate 1664. Floddan Field NOW will I cease for to recite King Harry's Affairs in France so wide And of Domestick Wars I 'le write which in his absence did betide A fearful field in Verse to frame I mean if that to mark ye list O Floddan-Mount thy fearful name doth sore affray my trembling fist Almighty Mars do me admit For to discourse with sounding praise This bloody field this fearful fight Which fought was in our fathers dayes You muses all my mind incense And thou Polhymnia most prudent Least Nemesis for each offence With Poets rod make me repent Pardon ye Poets all I cry My simple rude and rugged rime And though your hill Pernassus hie Presumptuously I press to climbe For What is he with haughty stile Such deeds of honour could contrive No not the learned great Vergil If that on Land he were alive Who could reveal in Volumne short The haughty Howards â—â—liant act Though paper none did make report Fame would not fail such noble fact Or thou O Stanley stiffe in store Thou imp of Mars thy worthy meeds Who can discourse with due honour Or paint with praise thy valliant deeds Thy doleful day work still shall be Accurst in Scotland with an out-cry For Hectors match this man was he who calm the mount of Floddan hye What banners bravely blaz'd and born What standarts stout brought he to th' ground What worthy Lords by him forlorne The sorrow in Scotland yet doth sound Ye heavenly powers your aid I crave My slender muse help to awake Grant of this work in hand I have A lucky fine and end to make Before King Henry past the Seas And ere to France he did transfleet Least that the Scots should him disease He constitutâ—â—â—ains meet For he perusing in presence Of English Kings their acts so bold He saw how Scots in their absence What dammage they had done of old Wherefore least they should work some teen As they had thought to have done indeed His Realm unto his royal Queen He left to be rul'd by her read Then for the Earl of Surry he sent And regent of the North him made And bad him if the Scots were bent The Northern border to invade That he should raise a Royal band In Yorkshire and in Bishoprick In Westmorland and Cumberland In Lancashire and Cheshire eke And if thou need Northumberland Quoth he there be strong men and stout Which will not stick if need doth stand To fight on horse back or on foot There is the doughty Dakers old Warden of the west marsh is he There are the bows of Kendall bold Who fierce will fight and never flee There is sir Edward Stanley stout For Martiall skill clear without make Of Lathom house by line came out whose blood will never turn their back All Lancashire will live and dye With him so chiefly will Cheshire For through his Fathers force quoth he This Kingdome first came to my sire Lord Clifford eke a lusty Troope Will there conduct a Captain wise And with the lusty knight Lord Scroope The power of Richmonshire will rise The warden all look that you warn To hearken what the Scots forecast And if they signs of War discerne The Beacons bid them fire fast The Earl their sight with sorry heart And drown'd his face with trickling tears when from his Prince he did depart And from his Royal country Peers Grant thou quoth he Almighty God A shameful death that he may die Which is the cause of mine abode Bereav'd of the Kings Company Some thought to th' King of Scots that he Did wish such foul fortune and fate And some thought to the Earl of Darby Between whom then was great debate The Earl then his Tennants tall Martially in Musters did elect And then his way by Journeys small To Pomfret Castle did direct Then did he send sir William Bulmer And bad him on the borders ly With Ordinance and other gear Each house offence to fortify And bad him call the borderers bold And hold with him in readiness And get him word with speed he could If Scots meant any business Then caus'd he watch in every street And posts to prick through downs and dales So what was wrought he straight did weet â—rom Carlisle to the coasts of Wales When flickering fame that monstrous wight With hundred wings wapping was blown And in the Court of Scotland light And bruit abroad was blaz'd and blown Of King Henry's enterprise And how he fared was into France With all his Peers in Princely wise To bring that Land to his obeysance England to over run with rage The Scots then meant as was their guise Still when the King was under age Or Occupide some otherwise King James his courage gan to increase And of his counsel crav'd to know If he were better bide in peace Or fight against his brother in Law Alas said he my heart is sore And care constraineth me to weep That ever I to England swore Either League or love a day to keep Had I not entred in that Band I swear now by this burnished blade England and Scotland both one land And Kingdom one I could have made That Realm we should so over-run That England still after this age As our Elders to them have done Unto our Crown to do homage Then stood there up a Baron stout A lusty Leird of Dowglasse blood My Leige quoth he have you no doubt But mark my words with mirthful mood The League is broak have you no dreed Believe me Leige my words are true What was the English Admirals deed When Andrew Barton bold he slew Your ships and armour eke they took And since their King did nothing fear To send his aid against the Duke Of Gelders your own cosen dear Hath not the bastard Hearon slain Your Warden with his spiteful Spear The league therefore and peace is vain And frustrate do you nothing fear Then manful Maxwell answered soon My Leige the League is broke by right For th' English King ought not to have gone Against your friends in France to fight Have you in League not entred late With Lâ—wis your cosen the French King And now you see what great debate Betwixt the King and him doth hing What greater kindnesse could you shew Unto your friend the King of France Then with English blood your blade t' imbrew Against that Land to lift your Lance. You see what dammage to you was done By English Kings in time of old Your Bâ—rders burnt â—nd Barwick Town Still by strong hand they from you hold Wherefore more time lets not consume But fiercely sight