that land again Then stood up Haughty Lord Hume Of Scotland the chief Chamberlain My Leige quoth he in all your life More lucky fate shall never fall For now that Land with little grief Unto your Crown you conquer shall For King Henry you understand Into France is past with all his Peers At home is left none in the Land But â—â—ulâ—-head Monks and brosten Fryers Of ragged rusticks without rules Or Priests prating for pudding shives Or Milners madder then their mules Or wanton Clarkes waking their wives Ther 's not a Lord left in England But all are gone beyond the Sea Both Knight and Baron with his band With Ordinance or Artillery The King then cryed on Dallamount Which Bodword out of France did bring Quoth he the nobles names do note Which are encamp'd with th' English King That shall I do my Leige quoth he As many as I have in heart For first there is the Earl of Darby With a lusty Lord called Harbert There is an Earl of Antique race Passing in pride and costly aray In his Banner brave he doth display A half moon in gold glistering gaâ—â— That is the lusty Pierâ—y plain The King can say and gave a stampe There is not such a Lord again Not in all King Henry's campe There is a Lord that bold doth bear A Talbot brave a borely tike Whose Fathers scruk France so with sear Their names made wives and children sâ—â—ike The King then answered at one word That is the Earl of Shrewsbery There is likewise a lusty Lord Which called is the doughty Darcy There is Dudley and Dallawar And Decroy great Lords all three The Duke of Buckingham is there Lord Cobham and Lord Willowby There is the Earl of Essex gay And Sâ—â—ffâ—rd stout Earl of Wiltshire There is the Earl of Kent Lord Gray With haughty Hastings hote as fire There is the Marques Dorsâ—t brave Fitswater and â—isly Lords great Of doughty Knights the lusty lave I never could by name repeat There is a Knight of the North-Country Which leâ—ds a lusty plumpe of Spears I know not what his name should be A boisterous ball all black he bears Lord Hume then answered London hight That same 〈◊〉 sir John Nâ—vill bold King Harry hath not so harâ—y a Knight In all his camp my coat I hold He doth maintain withouten doubt The Eearl of Westmorlands estate I know of old his stomack stout In England is not lest his make The King then asked his Lords all round If Wars or peace they did prefer They cryed and made the Hall to sound Let peace goe back and let 's have War Our Armour is for usage mar'd Both Helmet Haberâ—eon and Crest Our stâ—â—â—ling Nags in Stables sparde Are waxen wild with too much rest Our Staves that were both tall and straight Wax crooked and are cast each where Wherefore in England let 's go fight Our Boutyes brave for them to bear The King rejoyced then to see His Lords such lively heart to have And to their says did soon agree And plyed to their pleâ—sures prave With that on Lyon loud he cry'd And took to him a letter broad Quoth he no longer look thou bide But towards France soon take the rode To Torwin Town take thou thy way And Grece well there my Brother in-law And bid him there no longer stay But homward to his Country draw· And bid him cease his fury and force Against onâ— friend the King of France For fear Domestick wars prove worse And make from me full defiance And summon him soon to return Lest that our power we ply apace With fire and sword we beat and burn His Land within a little space Then Lyon made him boun lightly And with his coat of Arms him deckâ— He haâ—'d up Saile right heartily And towards France his way direct The second Fit MEan while the King can Letters write Which pricking Posts apace did bear To all his Lords which had delight With him in England Arms to wears Then every Lord and Knight each where And Barrons bold in Musters met Each man made hast to mend his geâ—re And some their ruâ—â—y Pikes did whet Some made a mell of massy Lead Which Iron all about did binde Some made a Helmet for his head Some did their grizly gisarings grind Some made their battle-axes bright Some from their bills did rub the rust Some made long pikes and lances light Some Pike-forks for to joyn and thrust Some did a spear for weapon weild Some did their lusty geldings try Some all with gold did gild their shield Some did with divers colours dye The tillmen tough their â—eams could take And to hard harness them conflate Some of a share can shortly make A sâ—llate for to save his pate Dam Ceres did unserv'd remain The fertile fields did lie until'd Outragious Mars so soâ—e did raigne And Scotland all with fury fil'd Whereof the King in heart was fain His men had all things ready mode Did then command his Chamberlain In England for to make a road The Chamberlâ—in Lord Hume in hast O're th' East maâ—sh Warden was also Within the Engliâ—h borders brast With eight thouâ—and â—â—ll men and moe And entred in Northumberland With banners bravely blaz'd and born And finding none them to withstand Dâ—d straight destroy both hay and corâ— And spoild and harried all abroad And on each side Booties in brought Some coursers catcht some geldings good Some droves of kin and cattle caught Maâ—y stately halls and houses gay And buildings brave they boldly burn'd And with a mighty spoil and pray Toward Scotland straight return'd Sir William Bulmer being told Of this great road and wild aray Did straight forecast all means he could The Scots in their return to stay Two hundred men himself did lead To him their came the borderers stout And divers Gentlemen with speed Repair'd to him with all their rout· They were not all a thousand men But knowing where the Scots would come The borderers best their coasts did ken And hid them in a field of broom The Scots came scouring homewards fast And proudly prickt forth with their pray Thinking their perills all were past They straggling ran clear out of ray The English men burst forth apace And skirmished with the Scots anon There was fighting fierce face to face And many geldings made to groan There men might see spears flie in spells And tall men tumbling on the soil And many a horse turn'd up his heells Outragious Mars kept such a coil The Scots their strength did long extend And broken ranks did still renew But the English Archers in the end With Arrow-shot so sore they slew The English spears on the other side Among the Scots did fiercely fling And thorrow their rants did rattling ride And chase them through mosse mire and ling. The Chamberlain viewing this chance And seeing his Host all put to flight He with the formost forth advanc'd And happy he had a horse so light For Prickers him so
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
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
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
will not take our parts Set forward Syr'es then can he say Unto the Howards let 's make hast And being sore wearied with the way At Anwick town arriv'd at last Whose coming did greatly rejoyce The Earle and all his company Who but the Eagle bare the voice With wings wapped as he would flee At Anwick while the army increast The weather wax't both soul and wet With rain down ratling never ceas'd That every brook burst forth on float Such rustling winds such blustering breast And rushing day and night did sound Which made the Earle sore agast His son Lord Admiral should be drown'd Which at his parting had promis'd plight To his father if he were alive At Newcastle with main and might His Fleet in merry ray to arive Which promise he did fully keep Sir Neptune did such friendship show And safely then he and his Fleet To â—â—pâ—y Haâ—â—n did bestow Then souldiers soon he set on land And to his father fast he hy'd With warlike wights in worthy band Two thousand men at least well tryed With Cartains couragious and keen At Anwick they arriv'd at last Whom when the Earle his army had seen With sudden fear they were agast For seeing their armour as black as ink Some said it was some Scottish band And divers did esteem and think They were some force from forraign land Some took their harnesse some their horse And forward fast busied to feight But when they saw St. Georges Crosâ— And English armes born up on height Some said it was some â—olly crew The King had sent from France that â—yde The southern men the â—ooth soâ—â— knew And loud Lord Admiral they cryâ—d Who when the Earl of Surâ—y saw He thanked God with heart so milde And hand â—or joy to heaven did throw His son was say'd from waters wild A merry meeâ—ing there was seen For first they kist and then imbrac'd For joy the tears fell from thâ— eyne All sorepost fears was 〈◊〉 â—ac'd Then caus'd the Earl each Captain count Under their wings what souldiers were Which done the number did but mount To six and twenty thousand seere Then the Earl call'd a Council â—oone Of prudent Lords and Captains wife And how the battle might best be done He bade them shew their best device Some said too small their number was To atchieve so great an enterprise Sâ—me councell'd posts back for to pass For aid and cause the countries rise And from the south the Queen some 〈◊〉 A band of souldiers soon would send And will'd to stay for while they staid Their powers daily might amend Some said the Scots straightway would slee And powers daily would diminish Wherefore to stay was their counsel Thus they the Earl did admonish Up start the Admiral then in ire And stamping stood with stomack 〈◊〉 Why sir said he there to his â—ir◠〈◊〉 cowardiâ—e lent you his 〈◊〉 Let never King Harry hear for shame That you should play this dastaâ—d part 〈◊〉 ne're be blown by trump of faine That you should bear a cowards heart Hath not King Henry left you here His Lieutenant to rule the Land Trusting that fiercely without fear The scoulding Scots you would withstand Think on your Fathers valiance How fiercely he fought at Bosworth Field Till time that he by Stanley's Lance With grievous wounds his life did yield Would God quoth he my brother Edward Were here alive this present day No foes there could have made him seat'd In Camp here like a coward to stay What Royal fame what high renown Hath he left to his Line and Race What ample fame what great renown If life had lasted longer space The sea he did both scoure and sweep No Pirate proud durst peare in sight Not Pirate John for all his power That great renownad Zodian Knight How oft the Royal Fleet of France In cruel conflict by him was griev'd If he had scap'd that fatal â—â—â—nce What worthy acts by him atchiev'd No multitudes made him dismay'd Nor numbers great his stomack swage Great shame then would to us be laid And to our 〈◊〉 spring in â—â—ch â—ge Your Fathers fame then should be â—ilde His worthy facts should be forgot The chief renown eke of your child Your beastith acts should clear out-blot If ye lie loytering here like lowns And do not sight you Scots again For still we hear how English towns Are burnt and sucking babes are slain And daily they pilser each place And spoils the people all about Wherefore let 's stay no longer space But now step forth with stomack sâ—out The fourth Fit THen th' Earle of Surrey again reply'd And to his son thus gan he say No bashfulness doth make me bide Nor stomack faint doth make me stay The cause is for no cowardize So long time here we make delay And yet I fear this enterprize Will prove no childish sport or play Great counsel therefore must be imbrac'd With good deliberation Our Cards we had both need to count cast Since it lieth on such a weight and fashion Two hardy oft good hap doth hazard And over-bold oft is not best That prove I by my son Sir Edward Which ever was too bold of brest He had been man alive this day If he with counsel wise had wrought But he was drown'd in Bartrumbs bay This end his great boldness him brought My Father at King Richards field Under the Stanley's launce lay slain And I there did a Captive yield Our manhood great got us this gain We might have scap'd that scurvy day If warning could out wits have bet A friend of ours to cause us stay Upon my Fathers gate had set A certain scrall whose scripture said Jack of Norfolk be not too bold And under that in Verse was laid Dick an thy Master is bought and sold My father fighting fierce was slain King Richard reav'd of life and Crown Such goodly guerdon oft they gain Which rashly run to get renown For see the Duke of York was brought At Wakefield to his fatal fall Who might have scap'd if he had wrought The counsel wise of David Hall I read of Conquerors and Kings For lack of Councel cast away Now since at hand such danger hings Our Councel we had need to say It is not I am fright with fear Nor for my self such thought I take But for young babes and infants dear Which fathers sore I fear will lack Such fortune falls through fights doubtless Poore widows plenty shall be left And many a servant masterless And mothers of their sons bereft This is the cause I counsel crave This is the cause I cast such doubts I 'de rather one English souldier save Then for to kill a thousand Scots I can no kind of compasse cast But many a life there must be lost And many a tall man death must taste The Scots are such a mighty host The Prince is there himself present With all his Peers prepar'd for War With Barons Knights and Commons bent A hundred thousand men they