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The Perse owt off Northombarlonde	A
And a vowe to God mayd he	B
That he wold hunte in the mowntayns	C
Off Chyviat within days thre	D
In the magger of doughte Dogles	C
And all that ever with him be	B
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The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat	A
He sayd he wold kyll and cary them away	E
'Be my feth ' sayd the doughteti Doglas agayn	F
'I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may	E
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Then the Perse owt off Banborowe cam	G
With him a myghtee meany	F
With fifteen hondrith archares bold off blood and bone	F
The wear chosen owt of shyars thre	D
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This begane on a Monday at morn	F
In Cheviat the hyllys so he	F
They chylde may rue that ys un born	F
It wos the mor pitte	A
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The dryvars thorowe the woodes went	A
For to reas the dear	D
Bomen byckarte uppone the bent	A
With ther browd aros cleare	D
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Then the wyld thorowe the woodes went	A
On every syde shear	D
Greahondes thorowe the grevis glent	A
For to kyll thear dear	D
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This began in Chyviat the hyls abone	F
yerly on a Monnyn day	A
Be that it drewe to the oware off none	F
A hondrith fat hartes ded ther lay	A
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The blewe a mort uppone the bent	A
The semblyde on sydis shear	D
To the quyrry then the Perse went	A
To se the bryttlynge off the deare	D
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He sayd 'It was the Doglas promys	C
This day to met me hear	D
But I wyste he wolde faylle verament '	-
A great oth the Perse swear	D
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At the laste a squyar off Northomberlonde	A
Lokyde at his hand full ny	F
He was war a the doughetie Doglas commynge	H
With him a mygtte meany	F
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Both with spear bylle and brande	A
Yt was a myghtti sight to se	C
Hardyar men both off hart nor hande	A
Wear not in Cristiante	A
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The wear twenti hondrith spear men good	A
Without any feale	A
The wear borne along be the watter a Twynde	A
Yth bowndes of Tividale	A
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'Leave of the brytlyng of the dear ' he sayd	A
'and to your boys lock ye tayk good hede	A
For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne	F
Had ye never so mickle nede '	-
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The doughtei Dogglas on a stede	A
He rode alle his men beforne	F
His armour glytteryde as dyd a glede	A
A boldar barne was never born	F
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'Tell me whos men ye ar' he says	C
'Or whos men that ye be	F
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Cyviat chays	C
In the spyt of myn and of me '	-
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The first mane that ever him an answear mayd	A
Yt was the good lord Perse	C
'We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar ' he says	C
'Nor whos men that we be	F
But we wyll hounte hear in this chays	C
In the spyt of thyne and of the	I
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'The fattiste hartes in all Chyviat	A
We have kyld and cast to carry them away '	-
'Be my troth ' sayd the doughete Dogglas agayn	F
'Therefor the ton of us shall de this day '	-
	-
Then sayd the doughte Doglas	C
Unto the lord Perse	C
'To kyll alle thes giltles men	F
Alas it wear great pitte	A
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'But Perse Thowe art a lorde of lande	A
I am a yerle callyd within my contre	D
Let all our men uppone a parti stande	A
And do the battell off the and of me '	-
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Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne' sayd the lorde Perse	C
'Who so ever ther to says nay	F
Be my troth doughtte Doglas ' he says	C
'Thou shalt never se that day	F
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'Nethar in Ynglonde Skottlonde nar France	C
Nor for no man of a woman born	F
But and fortune be my chance	C
I dar met him on man for on '	-
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Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde	F
Richard Wytharynton was his nam	G
'It shall never be told in Sothe Ynglonde ' he says	C
'To Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham	G
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'I wat youe byn great lordes twaw	E
I am a poor squyar of lande	F
I wylle never se my captayne fyght on a fylde	F
And stande my selffe and loocke on	F
But whylle I may my weppone welde	F
I wylle no fayle both hart and hande '	-
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That day that day that dredfull day	F
The first fit here I fynde	F
And youe wyll here any more a the hountynge a the Chyviat	F
Yet ys there mor behynde	F
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The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent	F
Ther hartes wer good yenoughe	J
The first off arros that the shote off	J
Seven skore spear men the sloughe	J
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Yet byddys the yerle Doglas uppon the bent	F
A captayne good yenoughe	J
And that was sene verament	F
For he wrought hom both woo and wouche	K
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The Dogglas partyd his ost in thre	D
Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde	F
With suar spears off mygtte tre	D
The bunny in on every syde	F
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Thrughe our Yngglyshe archery	D
Gave many a wounde fulle wyde	F
Many a doughete the garde to dy	F
Which ganyde them no pryde	F
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The Ynglyshe men let ther boys be	D
And pulde owt brandes that were brighte	F
It was a hevy syght to se	C
Bryght swordes on basnites lyght	F
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Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple	A
Many sterne the strocke done streght	F
Many a freyke that was fulle fre	D
Ther under foot dyd lyght	F
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At last the Duglas and the Perse met	F
Lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne	F
The swapte togethar tylle the both swat	F
With swordes that wear of fyn myllan	F
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Thes worthe freckys for to fyght	F
Ther to the wear fulle fayne	F
Tylle the bloode owte off thear basnetes sprente	F
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'Yelde the Perse ' sayde the Doglas	C
And i feth I shalle the brynge	H
Wher thowe shalte have a yerls wagis	C
Of Jamy our Skottish kynge	H
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'Thou shalte have they ransom fre	D
I hight the hear this thinge	H
Forr the manfullyste man yet art thowe	E
That ever I conqueryd in filde fighttynge '	-
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'Nay ' sayd the lord Perse	C
'I told it the beforne	F
That I wolde never yeldyde be	D
To no man of a woman born '	-
	-
With that ther cam an arrowe hastely	A
Forthe off a myghtte wane	F
Hit hathe strekene the yerle Duglas	C
In at the brest bane	F
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Thorowe lyvar and longes bathe	L
The sharpte arrowe ys gane	F
That never after in all his lyffe days	C
He spayke mo wordes but ane	F
That was 'Fygte ye my myrry men whyllys ye may	D
For my lyff days ben gan '	-
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The Perse leanyde on his brande	F
And saw the Duglas de	D
He tooke the dede mane by the hande	D
And sayd 'Wo ys me for the '	-
	-
To have savyde thy lyffe I wolde have partyde with	M
My landes for years thre	D
For a beter man of hart nare of hande	D
Was nat in all the north contre '	-
	-
Off all that se a Skottishe knyght	D
Was callyd Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry	D
He saw the Duglas to the deth was dyght	D
He spendyd a spear a trusti tre	D
	-
He rod uppone a corsiare	D
Throughe a hondrith archery	D
He never synttyde nar never blane	F
Tylle he cam to the good lord Perse	C
	-
He set uppone the lorde Perse	C
A dynte that was full soare	D
With a suar spear of a myghtte tre	D
Clean thorow the body he the Perse ber	D
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A the tothar syde that a man myght se	C
A large cloth yard and mare	D
Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiante	D
Then that day slan wear ther	D
	-
An archar off Northomberlonde	D
Say slean was the lord Perse	C
He bar a bende bowe in his hand	D
Was made off trusti tre	D
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An arow that a cloth yarde was lang	N
To the harde stele halyde he	D
A dynt that was both sad and soar	D
He sat on Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry	D
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The dynt yt was both sad and sar	D
That he of Monggomberry sete	D
The swane fethars that his arrowe bar	D
With his hart blood the wear wete	D
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Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle	A
but still in stour dyd stand	D
Heawyng on yche othar whylle the myghte dre	D
With many a balfull brande	D
	-
This battell begane in Chyviat	D
An owar befor the none	F
And when even songe bell was rang	N
The battell was nat half done	F
	-
The tocke on ethar hande	D
Be the lyght off the mone	F
Many hade no strenght for to stande	D
In Chyviat the hillys abon	F
	-
Of fifteen hondrith archars of Ynglonde	D
West away but seventi and thre	D
Of twenti hondrith spear men of Skotlonde	D
But even five and fifti	D
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But all wear slayne Cheviat within	F
The hade no strenthe to stand on hy	-
The chylde may rue that ys unborne	F
It was the more pitte	D
	-
Thear was slayne withe the lord Perse	C
Ser Johan of Agerstone	F
Ser Rogar the hinde Hartly	A
Ser Wyllyam the bolde Hearone	F
	-
Ser Jorg the worthe Loumle	A
A knyghte of great renowen	F
Ser Raff the ryche Rugbe	D
With dyntes wear beaten dowene	F
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For Wetharryngton my harte was wo	E
That ever he slayne shulde be	D
For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to	D
yet he knyled and fought on hys kny	F
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Ther was slayne with the dougheti Duglas	C
Ser Hewe the Monggombyrry	D
Ser Davvy Lwdale that worthe was	C
His sistars son was he	D
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Ser Charls a Murre in that place	C
That never a foot wolde fle	A
Ser Hewe Maxwelle a lorde he was	C
With t	D