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
nigh pursu'd His banner bearer down they bet And all the prey and spoile rescude Besides a sort of geldings great Six hundred Scots lay slain on ground Five hundred prisoners and more Of English men slain in that stound The number was not past threescore In August moneth this broile befell The Scots black day with their blood As diverse old men yet do tell The Scots call it the devilish road Thus while the Scots both nigh and far Were through all Scotland occupide In framing weapons fit for war And mustring men on every side By this time came the herald sent Before the Town of Torwin high Whereto King Harry straight did wend And louting low upon his knee The King he reverently gan greet And took to him his Letters large His Masters minde he let him weet And did his whole message discharge The Letters soon were look'd upon And in the Kings presence perus'd The Scottish Kings cracks who shew'd each one And how his Majesty he misus'd And summond him his seige to cease And stay his wars taken in hand Or else he with a mighty press Would straight invade his native Land King Henrys heart began to rise And to the Herald hot can say Thy Master thus I did surmise In our absence would partlâ— play Indeed he doth not now digress From his old predecessors prave But if he do my Land distress I hope he welcom hard shall have For in my Land I left a Lord Which with the aid of my noble Queen Will stay your Prince at point of sword And turn such truthless guest to teen Let him not deem so destitute My Land of Lords and lusty Knights For if he dare to prosecute He shall find some Warlike wights Which will withstand him stifly in store And eke his streaming standarts rent He shall meet with many sharp showers Before he pass the flood of Trent For since he perjur'd now doth prove And doth so small esteem his Oath Our siege we will not cease to move Be he never so wood nor wroth But a valiant vow now we shall make At what time as we shall return All Scotland we shall harry and sack And never cease to spoil and burn And never peace with him contrive Nor never League nor love day take While one false Scot is left alive And till that Land be brought to wrack Then he to thâ— King of Scots can write A letter fast of full defiance That he for all his â—re and spight Would still proceed his Wars in France And took it to the Heraulds hand And gave him eke a rich reward Then homewards he away gan ween'd And towards Scotland forth he far'd But while he waited for the wind And for his Ship did things ordain For all his hast he came behind He never saw his Prince again Anon King Henry the Scottish Bill Unto the Earl of Surry sent To Pomsret where he stayed still And bade him be for battel bent The Earl all things gan to provide The Scotch Kings purpose to resist And through all Scotland far and wide All that was done straightway he wist For the Lord Dacres did perceive The Scots meaning manifest Their meetings and their Musters brave And daily ridings without rest The sooth whereof he sent straightway And told the Earl of Surry sage That time was not to make delay But Souldiers soon to fee and wage Which when the Earl understood His Letters fast he forth did dress Unto each man of Noble blood To have their men in readiness And eke what numbers they could make Of warlike wights all well array'd Then with sir Phillip Tillney he spoke How that their wages might be paid And after for Ordnance he sent Unto Sir Nicholas Appleyard Which to his bidding soon was bent And towards him apace prepar'd With Culverings and Cortals great And double Canons two or three He brought them on by stee and street To Durham in the North-country That done the Earle letters wrote Unto each Castle Fort and hold That they should furnish them with shot And fortifie their Bulwarks bold Which answered all with stomacks stout And every Captain with his Crew That they would beat the Scots quite out Till the King came home their rescue Which answer of the Captains keen The Earle greatly did delight But this while what the Scots did mean And of King James then will I write For after he to his brother in law Defiance into France had sent His nobles all to him did draw Well busked and for battel bent When they were all assembled Saâ— The town of Edenbrough before Fifty great Lords there were of Fame And Barons bold besides great store And Prelates proud a populous lave And Abbots boldly there were bown With Bishop of St. Andrews brave Which was King James his bastard son Surely it was an unseemly sight Contrary to our Christian laws A Prelate for to press to fight And specially in a wicked cause Are these the Scâ—ts religious rules Who taught the Priests such pranks perverse To march forth mustred on their mules And souldier like to sue God Mars The messenger of Christ St. Paul Taught them to shoot at no such prick Peter nor Christ Apostles all Never taught them any such trick Their Patron so did not them learn St. Andrew with his shored crosse But sure St. Triman of Quitorâ—e Or Doffin their Demigod of Ros. This Bishop bold this bastard blest With other Bishops in his band And Abots eke as bold as the best For beagle-rods tooks bills in hand And every Lord with him did lead And mighty band for battle prâ—st So that in number they did exceed A hundred thousand men at least King James for joy began to jet So huge an at my to behold Then soon he bade them forward set And eke blaze out his banners bold Each Lord went on then with his band And every Captain with his crue Then Minstrels mirthed all the land And brazen trumpets loud up blew Then drums struck up with hideous sound And banners bravely waved wide Men might behold no where bare ground But souldiers arm'd on every side In midst of ranks there rode the King On stately steed which stout did stamp A goodly sight to see him fling And how his fomy bits he champ'd King James thus gorgeously can ride Great pleasure to his Peers to see Thus rode this Prince puft up with pride Whose lofty heart was but too high For he thought himself able enough Having so mighty a multitude All Europe then for to pass through And that no hold could him exclude Nor any King in Christendome In field to meet him was of might No not the great Caesar of Rome Had been of force with him to fight Nor Hercules nor Haniball The Soulden Sophy nor the Turk None of the mighty Monarchs all Such lusty blood in him did lurk But yet for all his armed host And eke for all his haughty heart Full soon abated was his bost And
brought to London in a Cart. Even in the midst of harvest tide The two and twentith of August Did this proud Prince puft up with pride Into the English borders burst The Third Fit WHere piles he pulled down apace And burly buildings brought to ground The Scots like grooms void of all grace Or Souldiers sacred to Mahound Faâ— Matrons they did force each where And ravished maidens fair and mild And houses burnt and hent up geare And murther'd many man and child For so the King commanded had To waste and spoil with fire and flame And rifling so by Journies rad To Norham Castle straight they came Which soon with siege he did beset And trenches dig'd without delay With Bombard shot the walls he bet And to assault it did assay But the Captain with courage stout His Fortresse fiercely did defend But alas too lewdly he lashed out And foolishly his Ordnance spend And powder did profusely wast And hail'd out arrows every houre So that he lacked at the last Which should have been his chief succour But yet five dayes he did defend Though with hard faults they him assaild And all their total strength extend But all their Power had not prevaild Had it not been a false traiterous thief Which came King James his face before That in that hould had had relief The space of thirty years and more I say quoth he King James my Liege Your deavours here are all in vain For all your faults and hard besiege Or Gunshot here ye get no gain But what reward shall I receive Quoth he expresse and speak anon And I shall let you plain perceive How that this Câ—stle may be won If that to pass thou bring this can The King can say where he did stand I shall make thee a Gentleman And living give thee in our Land Then first of all refuse this place And down to yonder Valleys draw The walls so shall ye rent and raze And with brief battery bring them low Which as he said the King did so And ' gainst the Walls his Ordnance bent And er'e five pieces were shot or moe The walls were all to raz'd and rent Which made the Captains sore agast Seeing the walls down ratling reel'd His weapons all away he cast And to King James simply did yeeld The Scots anon they scoured in And plyed apace unto their prey Look what was worth one point or pin Ye need not bid them bear 't away So when the Scots the walls had won And rifled every place and nook The Traytor came to th' King anon For his reward readly to look The King then asked him by and by Where he was born or in what place The false knave nothing did deny But said a Scotchman born he was The King then asked him with words mild How long time he had lodged there Quoth he still since I was a child A good deal more then thirty year Why quoth the King hast thou thus wrought Unto thy friends this frantick raige That in this building thee up brought And still hath given thee meat and waige But since thy faith thou hast falsify'd To them that gave thee meat and fee It is a token to be try'd That thou wilt not prove true to me Therefore for this thy trayterous trick Thou shalt be tied in a trace Hang-man quoth he therefore be quick The groom shall gain no better grace What he had said fore-past was nought This Kings judgment was worthy praise If he in all things had so wrought Belike he had driven forth moe dayes By this time came the pricking Post Which made the Earl understand How the King of Scots with a great host Already entred had the Land Which when the Earl of Surry knew It was but vain to bid him hast He sent to all his friends full true That they their men should muster fast And shortly he sent to every shire That the first day of September Both Gentlemen Knights Lords and Squire Unto Newcastle should repaire Then with five hundred Souldiers stout Himself set forth in seemly aray And neither stint nor staid his foot But strait to Durham took his way Where he devoutly did heâ—r Mass And worship'd God his Maker dear Then pray'd he the prayer oâ— that place St. Cutâ—berts banner for to bear Then straight he to Newcastle came Of August on the thirtieth day Where many a noble man of Fame To him did draw without delay There doughâ—y Dacres and him meet And brought with him a burly bird Of warlike wights right well â—â—â—leat From Westmorland and Cumâ—â—â—land Sir Marmaduke Conâ—â—â—ble it 〈◊〉 Accompanieâ— with his 〈…〉 Sir William Bullmer with his 〈◊〉 Lord Clifford with his clapping Guns Then from Newcastle 'gan he flie And took his way to Anwick â—â—wn That weary men with weather bâ—t Might hâ—re the mâ—re 〈◊〉 and room Then should you have seen on every side The wayes all fill'd with men of War And stragling streamers waving wide And helmets high glistring afar Fâ—om Lancashire and Cheshire fast They to the lusty Stanley drew From Hornby where as he in hast Set forward with a comley crew What Banners brave before him blaz'd The people mus'd where he did pass Poor husband-men were much amaz'd And women wondering cryd alass Young wives did weep with woful cheer To see their friends in harness drest Some rent their cloath some tore their hair Some held their babes unto their brest And woful mothers mourning stood To see their sons in harness horse And shouting skrik'd when they forth rode And of their lives took little force But who could plainly express with pen What masses said on hallowed stone What prayers of Religious men What sacred service eke was done That Stanley might come safe away And Victor valiently return The bells did sound a night and day The sacred fires bright did burn Men with gray heads drew to their beds And fast their prayers poured out Old wives for woe did wag their heads And Saints were sought on naked foot But Stanley over Stainmoore straight Did pass and resting there did view A banner brave born up on high Whereunder went a warlike crew What lâ—sty Troop is yon I see Sr. Edward Stanley did enquire A Yeoman said it is I see Bryaâ— Tunstall that bold Esquire For in his banner I behold A Cock curling as he would crow He brings with him his Tenants bold An hundred men at least I know Then said the Stanley where he stood Would Christ that he would take our part His clean and undefiled blood Good speed doth promise at my heart Blaze out therefore I bid you soon The â—â—il of Derby's banner brave Perchance with us he will be one When it in sight he shall perceive But Tunstall took no 〈◊〉 that tide Without saluting forth 〈◊〉 pâ—st Upon the Valieâ—◠〈◊〉 â—nde His 〈…〉 â—e fixe fâ—â—st Then said the Stanley where he stood O doughty lads draw up your hearts Be not amazed in your mood For Tunstal
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
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
and Cumberland They with the Dacres proud did pass From Branton and from Broughly sands From Craistone and from Ravens-glasse With stripplings strong from Stainmoore-side And Austenmoore men marched even All chose that Gilsland grave did hide With horsmen light from Heshan leven All these did go in Dacres band All these ensu'd his banner broad No lustier Lord was in this land Nor more might boast of birth and blood Many houses strong and huge of height Were all his own to give or sell Fair Baronyes for his birth-right For heritage to him befell These royal Lords thus ray did hold With ranges ranks and warlike wings But yet the man is left untold On whom the matter wholly hings Whose worthy praise and prowesse great Whose glorious fame shall never blin Nor Neptune never shall forget What laud he hath left to his kin Sr. Edward Stanley stiffe in stoure He is the man on whom I mean With him did pass a mighty power Of Souldiers seemly to be seen Most liver Ladds in Lonsdale bred With weapons of unwealdy weight All such as Tatham Fells had fed Went under Stanley's Streamer bright From Bolland bill men bold were bowne With such as Botten-Banks did hide From Wharmoore up to Whittington And all to Wenning water-side From Silverdale and Kent Sand-side Whose soile is sown with Cockle-shells From Cartmell eke and Conny-side With Fellows fierce from Forneys fells All Lancashire for the most part The lusty Stanley stout can lead A stock of Striplings strong of heart Brought up from Babes with beef and bread From Warton unto Warrington From Wigham unto Wirsdale From Wedicar to Waddington From Ribchester to Ratchdale From Poulton and Preston with pikes They with the Stanley stout forth went From Pemerton and Pillingdikes For battel bilmen bold were bent With Fellows fresh and fierce in sight Which Horton Fields did turn in fores With lusty Lads liver and light From Blaikborn and Bolton i' th Moors With Children chosen from Cheshire In Armour hold for battel drest And many Gentleman and Squire Were under Stanley's streamer prest Thus Stanley stout the last of all Of the Rereward the rule did wield Which done to Bolton in Glendale The total Army took the Field Where all the Council did consent That Rougâ—rosse to the Scotish King With â—raight Instructions should be sent To know his Majesties meaning The Sixth Fit AND whereas the Castle of Ford He threatneth for to overthrow Rougcrosse was charged word for word The Earls intent to let him know That if his Grace would so agree To suffer that said Fort to stand And William Herron send home free Who then was captive in Scotland Whereto if th' King would condescend The Earl promised to restore And to the King straightway to send Of his Countrymen Captives four Lord Johnston and Sr. Sandy Humes Richard Hume and William Carr And where the King did sore presume In wrongful sort to stir up warr Against King Henry his Brother in Law And Commons cruelly did kill And Piles and Forts did fierce down throw And English blood spar'd not to spill The Earl charged the Herald straight To certifie the said Scotch King That he in Field with him would fight On Friday then next following And yet ere Rougcrosse forth did face The Admiral took him by aside And bad him to the King declare His coming and accesse that tide That he from Sea descended was VVith all his total power and might And that in foreward with his Grace He should him find fit for to fight And when the Scots on him did call At dayes of March to make redresse For Andrew Barton their Admiral Whom he with bloody blade did blesse Now he was come in person prest The said Andrews death to avouch And if it in his power doth rest Quoth he I shall serve them with such For there shall no Scot scape unslain The King his person sole except For so of th' Scots quoth he again No other courtesie I expect And yet ere Rougcrosse went his way The Earl and his Council did consent That the Scotch King without delay An Herald would again direct Wherefore Rougcrosse commanded was No Scotchman near the Field to bring Lest he their conduct might declare And thereby dangers great might spring Then Rougcrosse ready took his horse Bedeckt in coat of Armes most brave With him did weend a trumpet hoarse That Scots their coming might perceive Their Geldings were both good and light From galloping they seldom staid Till at the length they view'd in sight Whereas their Enemies Army laid The Scots watch them anon descride And them convey'd before the King Where he with Barons bold did bide Whom Rougcrosse did on knees kneeling With seemly salutation greet And after his instructions straight Each one he exprest in order meet And Letters ' livered there in sight Whom when the King of Scots had heard And eke had view'd his Letters large Even franticke like he fuming far'd And Bombard like did boasts discharge If true quoth he let be exprest Thou Herald sent anon recite And was your Earl so bold of breast Thus proudly to a Prince to write But since he seems to be so rough I swear quoth he by Scepter and Crown In faith he shall have fighting enough On Friday before Sun go down For here to God I promise plight We never pass will from this hill Till we have tryed your Earls might And given their folks fighting their fill Because he vex'd our Land of late Perchance his stomack is extold But now we will withstand his Grace Or thousand pates there shall he poll'd To presence then he call'd his Peers To whom he read the Earls Bill And audience given with ireful ears So said it came of little skill An Earl of so simple a Shire To annointed King such words to write Some bad the Schedule cast in fire Some for to speak did spare for spite Some said the Herald of his own head Such talk extempore did express And counsell'd with all possible speed An Herald hastily to address To know of the Earl of Surrey plain If he such message did procure And till the time he turn'd again The English Herald to make sure Whereto the King did soâ—n consent And Rougcrosse sure in safety kept And home with th' English trumpet sent An Herald by name Ilâ—y Klept Who was commanded for to know Of th' Earl and his Council sage If Rougcrosse truth to him did show Or if they had sent such Message And if he tydings tâ—â—e had brought And to his Grace avouc'd no lye The King in mind anon for thought How the Earl he might certifie Wherefore he Ilay instâ—ucted straight With Letters lâ—rge and loquinâ—ue Which done they soon set forth that night And towards th' English Camp they drew But at a little Village poor Ilay did â—ight and took lodging For th' Army was two miâ—es or more Whilst the trumpet shews of his coming The night was even at midst
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
straight And thanked the Earl at that tide Then on his horse he leaped light Saying my Lord ye lack a Guide But I shall you conduct full straight To where the Scots encamped are I know of old the Scotish sleight And crafty stratagems of war Thereto experience hath me taught Now I shall shew you who I am On borders here I was up brought And Bastard Hearon is my name What quoth th' Earl Bastard Hearon He dyed at least now two years since Betwixt Newarke and Northampton He perisht through the Pestilence Our King to death had deem'd the man ' Cause he the Scotish Warden slew And on our borders first began Those â—aging warrs for to renew But God his purpose did prevent He died of the Plague to prove King Harry his death did since lament He wondrous well the man did love Would God thy tale were true this tide Thou Bastard Hâ—aron might be found Thou in this gate should be our guide I wot right well thou knows the ground I am the same said he again And therewith did unfold his face Each person then perceived plain That done he opened all the case Quoth he when I the Scots Warden Had with blade bereav'd of life I wist well I should get no pardon But sure I was to suffer death In hast King Harry for me sent To whom I durst not disobey So towards London straight I went But hark what wile I wrought by th' way I nought but truth to you shall note That time in many a Town and Borough The Pestilence was passing hot And raging reign'd all England thorough So coming to a certain Town I said I was infected sore And in a Lodge they laid me down VVhere company I had no more But my own secret servants three For Townsmen ' fraid for fear did watch So in that stead no more I staid But homeward by the dark dispatch My servants secretly that night Did frame a Corps in cunning sort And on the morrow as it was light My death did rufully report And so my servants soon that Morn The Corps to bury made them bowne Crying alas like men forlorn And seem'd for sorrow to fall down The Corps they cunningly convey'd And caus'd the Bells aloud be rung And money to the Priest they paid And Service for my soul was sung Which done they tydings straight did bring Unto King Henry how I was dead Christ have his soul then said the King For sure he should have lost his head If he up to the Court had come I promise had so by St. Paul But since God did prevent our doom Almighty Christ forgive his soul To Mansion mine I came at last By journies nimbly all be night And now two years or more are past Since J aptly appeard in sight No wight did weet but I was dead Save my three Servants and my wife Now I am start up in this steed And come again from death to life Which said the Lords and Captains Sam From laughing loud could not abstain To hear his gaâ—de they had good gam And of his welfare all were fain Whose policy they had perceived And often times his truth had try'd Which was the cause so sore they craved This Hearon grave to be their guid Then forth before he fiercely flew The Borders bold to him did draw The total Army did ensue And came that night to Wallers Haw There the English Lords did lodge their Host Because the place was plain and dry And was within six miles at most Whereas their Enemyes host did ly The morrow next they all remov'd Though weather were both fold and ill Along down by a pleasant floâ—d which called is the water of till And all that day they view'd in sight Whereas the Scots for battle bold Because the day was spent that night The Army lodg'd at Barrin wood Then Valiantly with the Vantgard The morrow next with Mature skill The Admiral did march forward And passed over the water of till At Toynsil bridge with ordinance And other Enginâ— fit for War His father eke did forth advance And at Milford from thence not fâ—â— With the rear ward the river past All ready in ranks and battle array They had no need more time to wast For victuals they had none that day But black fasting as they were born From flesh or fish or other food Drink had they none two dayes before But water wan in runing flood Yet they such stedful faiths did bear Unto their King and Native land Each one to other then did swear Gainst foes to fight while they could stand And never flee while life did last But rather dye by dint of sword thus over plains and hills they past Vntill they came at Sandifort A brook of breadth a Taylors yard Where the Earl of Surry thus did say Good fellows Souldiers be not fear'd But fight it out like men this day Like English men now play your parts Bestow your stroaks with stomack bold Yee know the Scottish coward hearts And how we have them scourged of old Strike but three stroaks with stomack stout And shoot each man sharp arrows three And you shall see without all doubt The scolding Scots begin to flee Think on your Countries common wealth In what estate the same shall stand To English men no hopes of health If Scots do get the upper hand If we should not boldly abide But beastlike backs of them should turn All England North from Trent to Tweed The haughty Scots would harry and burn Your Faithful wives your daughters pure They would not stick for to defile Of life none should be safe and sure But murthered be by villains vile But if yee 'l fight like Souldiers fierce So that by force we win the field My tongue cannot tell and rehearse What plenteous soil we then shall wield Beside all that perpetual praise Throughout all ages shall we gain And quietly drive forth our dayes And in perduring peace remain All Sam. the souldiers then replâ—d And there to th' Earl promised plight There on that bent boldly to bide And never flee but fiercely fight Then Marched forth the men of War And every band their banner shew'd And Trumpets hoarse was heard afar And glistering harness shining view'd Thus they past forth on the plain And streight forth by a valley low Where up above on the Mountain The Scotish army in fight they saw Whom they did leave on the left hand And past forth on the sunny side Till 'twixt the Scots and Scotish land They were conducted by their guide Now all this while the King of Scots Beheld them fair before his eyne Within his mind drove many doubts Musing what th' English men did mean Giles Musgrave was a Guileful Greek And friend familiar with the King Who said Sir King if you do seek To know the English mens meaning Ye better notice none can have Then that which I to you shall tell What they forecast I full conceive Yea I know
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