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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A39822	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.		1664 (1664)	Wing F1365; ESTC R3032	30,444	90

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 Fa●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 ' ●●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

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 ●●ul●-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 ga●● That is the lusty Pier●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 s●●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 S●●ff●rd stout Earl of Wiltshire There is the Earl of Kent Lord Gray With haughty Hastings hote as fire There is the Marques Dors●t brave Fitswater and ●isly Lords great Of doughty Knights the lusty lave I never could by name repeat There is a Knight of the North-Country Which le●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 N●vill bold King Harry hath not so har●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 Haber●eon and Crest Our st●●●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 ple●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 on● 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 deck● He ha●'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 ge●re And some their ru●●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 ●eams could take And to hard harness them conflate Some of a share can shortly make A s●llate for to save his pate Dam Ceres did unserv'd remain The fertile fields did lie until'd Outragious Mars so so●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 Chamberl●in Lord Hume in hast O're th' East ma●sh Warden was also Within the Engli●h borders brast With eight thou●and ●●ll men and moe And entred in Northumberland With banners bravely blaz'd and born And finding none them to withstand D●d straight destroy both hay and cor● 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 Ma●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