The More Modern Ballad Of Chevy Chace Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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God prosper long our noble kingA
Our liffes and safetyes allB
A woefull hunting once there didC
In Chevy Chace befallB
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To drive the deere with hound and horneD
Erle Percy took his wayE
The child may rue that is unborneD
The hunting of that dayE
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The sout Erle of NorthumberlandE
A vow to God did makeF
His pleasure in the Scottish woodsG
Three summers days to takeF
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The cheefest harts in Chevy ChaseH
To kill and beare awayE
These tydings to Erle Douglas cameI
In Scotland where he layE
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Who sent Erle Percy present wordE
He wold prevent his sportE
The English Erle not fearing thatE
Did to the woods resortE
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With fifteen hundred bow men boldE
All chosen men of mightE
Who knew full well in time of needeE
To ayme their shafts arrightE
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The gallant greyhounds swiftly ranD
To chase the fallow deereJ
On Munday they began to huntE
Ere day light did appeareJ
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And long before high noone they hadE
An hundred fat buckes slaineD
Then having din'd the drovyers wentE
To rouze the deare againeD
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The bow men mustered on the hillsK
Well able to endureJ
Theire backsides all with speciall careJ
That day were guarded sureJ
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The hounds ran swiftly through the woodsG
The nible deere to takeF
That with their cryes the hills an dalesL
An eccho shrill did makeF
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Lord Percy to the quarry wentE
To view the tender deereJ
Quoth he 'Erle Douglas promisedE
This day to meet me heereJ
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'But if I though he wold not comeM
Noe longer wold I stay '-
With that a brave younge gentlemanD
Thus to the Erle did sayE
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'Loe yonder doth Erle Douglas comeM
His men in armour brightE
Full twenty hundred Scottish speresE
All marching in our sightE
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'All men of pleasant TivydaleE
Fast by the river Tweede '-
'O cease your sport ' Erle Percy saidE
'And take your bowes with speedeE
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'And now with me my countrymenD
Your courage forth advanceE
For never was there champion yettE
In Scotland or in FranceE
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'That ever did on horseback comeM
But if my hap it wereJ
I durst encounter man for manD
With him to breake a spere '-
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Erle Douglas on his milke white steedeE
Most like a baron boldE
Rode formost of his companyD
Whose armour shone like goldE
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'Show me ' sayd hee 'whose men you beeD
That hunt soe boldly heereJ
That without my consent doe chaseE
And kill my fallow deere '-
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The man that first did answer makeF
Was noble Percy heeD
Who sayd 'Wee list not to declareJ
Nor shew whose men wee beeD
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'Yet will wee spend our deerest bloodE
Thy cheefest harts to slay '-
Then Douglas swore a solempne oatheN
And thus in rage did sayE
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'Ere thus I will out braved beeD
One of us two shall dyeO
I know thee well an erle thou artE
Lord Percy soe am IO
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'But trust me Percy pittye it wereJ
And great offence to killE
Any of these our guiltlesse menD
For they have done no illE
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'Let thou and I the battell tryeO
And set our men aside '-
'Accurst bee he ' Erle Percy saydE
'By whome this is denyed '-
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Then stept a gallant squier forthN
Witherington was his nameI
Who said 'I wold not have it toldE
To Henry our king for shameI
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'That ere my captaine fought on footeE
And I stood looking onD
You bee two erles ' sayd WitheringtonD
'And I a squier aloneD
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'He doe the best that doe I mayE
While I have power to standE
While I have power to weeld my swordE
Ile fight with hart and hand '-
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Our English archers bent their bowesE
Their harts were good and trewJ
Att the first flight of arrowes sentE
Full four score Scots they slewJ
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Yet bides Earl Douglas on the bentE
As Chieftain stout and goodE
As valiant Captain all unmov'dE
The shock he firmly stoodE
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His host he parted had in threeD
As Leader ware and try'dE
And soon his spearmen on their foesE
Bare down on every sideE
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Throughout the English archeryD
They dealt full many a woundE
But still our valiant EnglishmenD
All firmly kept their groundE
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And throwing strait their bows awayE
They grasp'd their swords so brightE
And now sharp blows a heavy showerJ
On shields and helmets lightE
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They clos'd full fast on everye sideE
Noe slacknes there was foundE
And many a gallant gentlemanD
Lay gasping on the groundE
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O Christ it was a griefe to seeD
And likewise for to heareJ
The cries of men lying in their goreJ
And scattered here and thereJ
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At last these two stout erles did meetE
Like captaines of great mightE
Like lyons wood they layd on lodeE
And made a cruell fightE
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They fought untill they both did sweatE
With swords of tempered steeleE
Until the blood like drops of rainD
They trickling downe did feeleE
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'Yeeld thee Lord Percy ' Douglas saydE
'In faith I will thee bringeP
Where thou shalt high advanced beeD
By James our Scottish kingA
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'Thy ransome I will freely giveQ
And thus report of theeD
Thou art the most couragious knightE
That ever I did see '-
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'Noe Douglas ' quoth Erle Percy thenD
'Thy proffer I doe scorneD
I will not yeelde to any ScottE
That ever yett was borne '-
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With that there came an arrow keeneD
Out of an English bowR
Which strucke Erle Douglas to the heartE
A deepe and deadlye blowE
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Who never spake more words than theseE
'Fight on my merry men allE
For why my life is at an endE
Lord Percy sees my fall '-
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Then leaving liffe Erle Percy tookeS
The dead man by the handE
And said 'Erle Douglas for thy lifeT
Wold I had lost my landE
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'O Christ my verry hart doth bleedE
With sorrow for thy sakeF
For sure a more renowned knightE
Mischance cold never take '-
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A knight amongst the Scotts there wasE
Which saw Erle Douglas dyeO
Who streight in wrath did vow revengeP
Upon the Lord PercyeO
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Sir Hugh Mountgomerye was he call'dE
Who with a spere most brightE
Well mounted on a gallant steedE
Ran fiercely through the fightE
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And past the English archers allE
Without all dread or feareJ
And through Erle Percyes body thenD
He thrust his hatefull spereJ
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With such a vehement force and mightE
He did his body goreJ
The speare ran through the other sideE
A large cloth yard and moreJ
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So thus did both these nobles dyeO
Whose courage none could staineD
An English archer then perceiv'dE
The noble erle was slaineD
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He had a bow bent in his handE
Made of a trusty treeJ
An arrow of a cloth yard longU
Up to the head drew heeJ
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Against Sir Hugh MountgomeryeO
So right the shaft he settE
The grey goose wing that was thereonD
In his harts bloode was wettE
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This fight did last from breake of dayE
Till setting of the sunD
For when they rung the evening bellE
The battel scarce was doneD
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With stout Erle Percy there was slaineD
Sir John of EgertonD
Sir Robert Ratcliff and Sir JohnD
Sir James that bold BaronD
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And with Sir George and stout Sir JamesE
Both knights of good accountE
Good Sir Ralph Rabby there was slaineD
Whose prowesse did surmountE
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For Witherington needs must I wayleE
As one in doleful dumpesE
For when his legs were smitten offV
He fought upon his stumpesE
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And with Erle Douglas there was slaineD
Sir Hugh MountgomeryeO
Sir Charles Murray that from the feeldE
One foote wold never fleeE
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Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff tooE
His sisters sonne was heeE
Sir David Lamb so well esteem'dE
Yet saved cold not beeE
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And the Lord Maxwell in like caseE
Did with Erle Douglas dyeO
Of twenty hundred Scottish speresE
Scarce fifty five did flyeO
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Of fifteen hundred EnglishmenD
Went home but fifty threeE
The rest were slaine in Chevy ChaceE
Under the greene wood treeE
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Next day did many widowes comeM
Their husbands to bewayleE
They washt their wounds in brinish tearesE
But all wold not prevayleE
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Theyr bodyes bathed in purple bloodE
They bore with them awayE
They kist them dead a thousand timesE
Ere they were cladd in clayE
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This newes was brought to EddenborrowE
Where Scotlands king did raigneD
That brave Erle Douglas suddenlyeO
Was with an arrow slaineD
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'O heavy newes ' King James did sayE
'Scotland can witnesse beeE
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