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A Memorable song on the unhappie hunting in Chevie-Chase, betweene Earle Piercie of England and Earle Dowglas of Scotland to the tune of Flying fame.
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1645
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Wing M1677A; ESTC R38044
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Memorable Song on the unhappie Hunting in Chevie-Chase between Earle Piercie of England and Earle Dowglas of Scotland To the Tune of Flying Fame God prosper long our Noble King our lives and safeties all A waful Hunting once there did in Chevie-Chase befall To drâ—ve the Deer with hound and horn Earle Piercy tooke his way The child may rue that is unborn the hunting on that day The stout Earle of Northumberland 〈◊〉 vow tâ—â—od did make His pleasure in the Scottish woods three Summers dayes to take The chiefest Harts in Chevie-Chase to kill and beare away These tydings to Earl Dowglas came in Scotland where he lay Who sent Earle Piercy persent word he would prevent his sport The English Earle not fearing this did to the woods resort With fifteene hundred Bow-men bold â—ll chosen men of might Who knew full well in time of war to aime their Shafts aright Tâ—e gallant Grey-hound swiftly ran 〈◊〉 chase the Fallow Deere 〈◊〉 Monday they began to hunt 〈◊〉 dâ—y lâ—gâ—â—â—id appear â—â—d long before high-noone they had â—n hâ—â—dred fâ—t Bucks slaine 〈◊〉 having din'd the Drovers went â—owze them up againe 〈◊〉 â—ow-men mustred on the Hills â—â—ll able to endure â—â—â—ir back sides all with speciall care 〈◊〉 day were guarded sure 〈◊〉 Hounds ran swiftly through the woods â—â—e nimble Deere to take with their cryes the hils and dales 〈◊〉 â—cho shrill did make 〈◊〉 â—â—ercâ— to the Quarry went 〈◊〉 â—iew the tender Dare â—â—oth he Earle Dowâ—lâ—s promised 〈◊〉 â—ay to meet me here 〈◊〉 if I thought he would not come 〈◊〉 â—oâ—ger would I stay 〈◊〉 â—â—at a brave young Gentleman 〈◊〉 â—o the Earl did say 〈◊〉 â—â—â—der doth Earl Dowglas come 〈◊〉 â—en in Armour bright 〈◊〉 â—â—â—nty hundred Scotish Spears 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 g in our sight 〈◊〉 â—â—n of Tevidale 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 â—iuer Tweed Then cease your sport Earl Piercy said and take your Bowes with speed And now with me my Countrey-men your courage forth advance For never was there Champion yet in Scotland or in France That ever did on horse-back come but if my hap it were I durst incounter man for man with him to breake a Speare Earl Dowglas on a Milk white Stèed most like a Baron bold Rode foremost of the company whose Armour shone like gold Shew me said he whose me ye be that hunt so boldly here That without my consent doe chase and kill my Fallow Deere The man that first did answer make was Noble Piercy he Who said we list not to declare nor shew whose men we be Yet we will spâ—nd our dearest blood thy chefest Harts to slay Then Dowglas swore a solemn oath and thus in rage did say Ere thus I will out-braved be one of us â—wo â—â—â—l dye I know thee well 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 thâ—â— art Lord Piercy so am I But trust me Piercy pittie it were and great offence to kill Any of these our harmless men for they have done no ill Let thou and I the â—attell try and let our men abide Accurst be he Lord Piercy said by whom it is deny'd Then stept a gallant Squire forth Wiâ—heringon was his name Who said I would not have it told to Henry our King for shame That ere my Captains fought on foot and I stood looking on You two be Earls quoth Witherington and I a Squire alone I le doe the best that doe I may while I have power to stand While I have power to weild my sword I le fight with heart and hand Our English Archerâ— bent their bows their hearts wars good and true At the first flight of Arrowes sent full four score â—cots they slew To drive the Deer with hound and horn Dowgals bad on the bent A Captaine mov'd with mickle pride the Speares to shivers went They cloâ—â—d full fast on every side no slacknesse there was found And many a gallant Gentleman lay gasping on the ground O Christ it was a griefe to see and likewise for to heare The cryes of men lying in their gore and scattered here and there At last these two stout Earles did méet like Captaines of great might Like Lyns mov'd they laid on load and made a cruell fight Tâ—ey fought untill they both did sweat with swords of tempered steele Vntll the blood like drops of rain they trickling downe did fèele Yeeld thee Lord Piercy Dowglas said in faith I will thee bring Where thou shalt high advanced be by James our Scottish King Thy ramson will I freely give and thus report of thee Thou art the most couragious Knight as ever I did see No Dowâ—â—â—s â—â—â—th Earle Piercy then thy proffers I doe 〈◊〉 I will not yeeld to any Scot that ever yet was borne With thaâ— there came an Arrow keen ouâ— of an England Bow And stâ—uck Earl Dowglas to the heart a deep end deadly blow Who never spak more words then these fight on my merry man all For why my life is at an end Earleâ— Piercy sées my fall Then leaving life Earle Piercy took the dead man by the hand And said Earle Dowglas for thy life would I had lost my Land O Christ my very heart doth bleed with sorrow for thy sake For sure a more redoubted Knight mischance did never take A Knight among the Scots there was which said Earle Dowglas dye Who strait in wrath did vow reveng upon the Earle Piercy The Second Part to the same Tune SIr Hugh Montgomery was he cal'd who with a Speare full bright Well mounted on a gallant Stèed ran fiercely through the fight And past the English Archers all wiâ—â—â—ut all dread or feare And through Earle Piercâ—â— body then he thrust his hatefull Speare With such a vehement force and might his body he did gore The staffe came through the other side a large cloth-yard and more Thus did both these stout Nobles dye whoe 's courage none could staine An English Archer then perceiv'd the Noble Earle was slaine He had â—ood Bow in his hand made of a trustie Tree An Arrow of a cloth-yard long unto the head drew he Against Sir Hugh Montgomery so right his shaft he set The Grey-goose wing that was thereon in his heart blood was wet The fight did last from break of day till setting of the Sun For when they rung the Evening bell the battle scarce was done With stout Earl Piercy there was slain Sir John of Ogerton Sir Robert Ratcliffe and Sir John Sir James that bold Baron And with Sir George good sir James both Knights of good account Good Sir Ralph Rabby there was slain Wâ—ose prowesse did surmount For Witherington needs must I waâ—le as one in dolefull dumps For when his legs were smitten off he fought upon his stumps And with Earl Dowglas there was slain Sir Hugh Montgomery Sir Charles Morrell that from the field one foot would never flye Sir Charles Morrell of Harcliffe too his Sisters son was he Sir David Lamb so well esteem'd but sav'd he could not be And the Lord Markwell in like case did with Earle Dowglas dye Of twenty hundred Scottish Speares scarce fiftie five did flye Of fifteene hundred Englishmen went home but fiftie three The rest were slain in Chevie-Chase under the green-wood Trée Next day did many widowes come their husband to bewaile They washt their wounds with brinish tears but all couâ—d not prevaile Their bodies bath'd in purple blood they bâ—re with them away They kist them dead a thousand times ere they were clad in clay This news was brought to Edenburg where â—cotlands King did raigne that brave Earle Dowglas suddenly was with an Arrow slaine O heavie news King James did say Scotland can witnesse be I have not any Captaine more of such account as be Like tydings to King Henry came within as sâ—ort a space That Piercy of Northumberland was slaine in Chevie-Chase Now God be with him said our King since 't will no better be I trust I have within my Realme side hundred as good as he Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say but I will vengeance take And be â—evâ—nged on them all for brave Eâ—rlâ— Piercie'â— sake This vow theKing did well performe after on Hâ—mbâ—e Downe In one day fiftie Knights were slaine with Lords of high renowne And of the rest of small account did many hundred dye Thus ended the Hunâ—ing in Chevie-Chase made by the Lord Piercy God save the King and blesse this Land with Pleasure Ioy and Peace and grant henceforth that â—ll debate 'twixt Noblemen may cease FINIS London Printed for E. Wright dwelling in Gilt-spurstreet