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The Battle Of Otterburn Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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THE FIRST FYTTE	A
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It fell about the Lammas tide	A
When husbands winn their hay	B
The doughty Douglas bound him to ride	A
Into England to take a prey	B
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The Earl of Fife withouten strife	C
He bound him over Solway	D
The great would ever together ride	A
That race they may rue for aye	E
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Over Ottercap hill they came in	F
And so down by Rotheley crag	G
Upon Green Leighton they lighted down	H
Styrande many a stag	G
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And boldly brente Northumberland	A
And harried many a town	H
They did our Englishmen great wrong	G
To battle that were not bown	I
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Then spake a berne upon the bent	A
Of comfort that was not cold	A
And said We have brente Northumberland	A
We have all wealth in holde	A
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Now we have harried all Bamborough shire	J
All the wealth in the world have we	D
I rede we ride to Newcastle	K
So still and stalworthlye	E
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Upon the morrow when it was day	A
The standards shone full bright	A
To the Newcastle they took the way	A
And thither they came full right	A
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Sir Henry Percy lay at the Newcastle	K
I tell you withouten dread	A
He has been a March man all his days	L
And kept Berwick upon Tweed	A
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To the Newcastle when they came	M
The Scots they cried on hyght	A
Sir Harry Percy an thou bist within	F
Come to the field and fight	A
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For we have brente Northumberland	A
Thy heritage good and right	A
And syne my lodging I have take	G
With my brand dubbed many a knight	A
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Sir Harry Percy came to the walls	N
The Scottish host for to see	D
And thou hast brente Northumberland	A
Full sore it rueth me	D
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If thou hast harried all Bamborough shire	J
Thou hast done me great envy	D
For the trespass thou hast me done	O
The one of us shall die	A
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Where shall I bide thee said the Douglas	P
Or where wilt thou come to me	D
At Otterburn in the high way	A
There mayst thou well lodged be	D
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The roe full reckless there she runs	Q
To make thee game and glee	D
The falcon and the pheasant both	R
Among the holtes on hee	D
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There mayst thou have thy wealth at will	S
Well lodged there mayst thou be	D
It shall not be long ere I come thee till	S
Said Sir Harry Percye	E
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There shall I bide thee said the Douglas	P
By the faith of my body	D
Thither shall I come said Sir Harry Percy	D
My troth I plight to thee	D
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A pipe of wine he gave them over the walls	N
For sooth as I you say	A
There he made the Douglas drink	G
And all his host that day	A
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The Douglas turned him homeward again	T
For sooth withouten nay	A
He took his lodging at Otterburn	A
Upon a Wednesday	D
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And there he pyght his standard down	A
His getting more and less	U
And syne he warned his men to go	G
And get their geldings gress	U
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A Scottish knight hoved upon the bent	A
A watch I dare well say	A
So was he ware on the noble Percy	D
In the dawning of the day	A
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He pricked to his pavilion door	V
As fast as he might ronne	A
Awaken Douglas cried the knight	A
For His love that sits in throne	A
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Awaken Douglas cried the knight	A
For thou mayst waken with wynne	A
Yonder have I spied the proud Percy	D
And seven standards with him	W
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Nay by my troth the Douglas said	A
It is but a feigned tale	X
He durst not look on my broad banner	Y
For all England so hayle	X
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Was I not yesterday at the Newcastle	X
That stands so fair on Tyne	A
For all the men the Percy had	A
He could not garre me once to dyne	A
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He stepped out at his pavilion door	V
To look and it were less	U
Array you lordyngs one and all	X
For here begins no peace	Z
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The Earl of Menteith thou art my eme	W
The forward I give to thee	D
The Earl of Huntley cawte and keen	A
He shall with thee be	D
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The Lord of Buchan in armour bright	A
On the other hand he shall be	D
Lord Johnstone and Lord Maxwell	X
They two shall be with me	D
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Swynton fair field upon your pride	A
To battle make you bowen	A
Sir Davy Scot Sir Walter Steward	A
Sir John of Agerstone	A
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THE SECOND FYTTE	A
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The Percy came before his host	A
Which ever was a gentle knight	A
Upon the Douglas loud did he cry	A
I will hold that I have hight	A
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For thou hast brente Northumberland	A
And done me great envy	D
For this trespass thou hast me done	A
The one of us shall die	A
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The Douglas answered him again	A
With great words up on hee	D
And said I have twenty against thy one	A
Behold and thou mayst see	D
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With that the Percy was grieved sore	V
For sooth as I you say	A
He lighted down upon his foot	A
And shot his horse clean away	A
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Every man saw that he did so	G
That ryall was ever in rout	A
Every man shot his horse him fro	G
And light him round about	A
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Thus Sir Harry Percy took the field	A
For sooth as I you say	A
Jesu Christ in heaven on high	A
Did help him well that day	A
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But nine thousand there was no more	V
If chronicle will not layne	A
Forty thousand Scots and four	V
That day fought them again	A
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But when the battle began to join	A
In haste there came a knight	A
Then letters fair forth hath he ta'en	A
And thus he said full right	A
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My lord your father he greets you well	X
With many a noble knight	A
He desires you to bide	A
That he may see this fight	A
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The baron of Grastock is come out of the west	A
With him a noble company	D
All they lodge at your father's this night	A
And the battle fain would they see	D
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For Jesu's love said Sir Harry Percy	D
That died for you and me	D
Wend to my lord my father again	A
And say thou saw me not with ee	D
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My troth is plight to yon Scottish knight	A
It needs me not to layne	A
That I should bide him upon this bent	A
And I have his troth again	A
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And if that I wend off this ground	A
For sooth unfoughten away	A
He would me call but a coward knight	A
In his land another day	A
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Yet had I lever to be rynde and rent	A
By Mary that mykel may	A
Than ever my manhood should be reproved	A
With a Scot another day	A
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Wherefore shoot archers for my sake	G
And let sharp arrows flee	D
Minstrels play up for your warison	A
And well quit it shall be	D
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Every man think on his true love	A2
And mark him to the Trinity	D
For to God I make mine a vow	B2
This day will I not flee	D
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The bloody heart in the Douglas' arms	C2
His standard stood on high	A
That every man might full well know	A
Beside stood starres three	D
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The white Li n on the English part	A
For sooth as I you sayne	A
The luces and the crescents both	R
The Scots fought them again	A
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Upon Saint Andrew loud did they cry	A
And thrice they shout on hyght	A
And syne marked them on our Englishmen	A
As I have told you right	A
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Saint George the bright our Lady's knight	A
To name they were full fain	A
Our Englishmen they cried on hyght	A
And thrice they shout again	A
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With that sharp arrows began to flee	D
I tell you in certain	A
Men of arms began to join	A
Many a doughty man was there slain	A
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The Percy and the Douglas met	A
That either of them was fain	A
They schapped together while that they sweat	A
With swords of fine Collayne	A
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Till the blood from their basenets ran	A
As the roke doth in the rain	A
Yield thee to me said the Douglas	P
Or else thou shalt be slain	A
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For I see by thy bright basenet	A
Thou art some man of might	A
And so I do by thy burnished brand	A
Thou art an earl or else a knight	A
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By my good faith said the noble Percy	D
Now hast thou rede full right	A
Yet will I never yield me to thee	D
While I may stand and fight	A
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They swapped together while that they sweat	A
With swordes sharp and long	G
Each on other so fast they beat	A
Till their helms came in pieces down	A
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The Percy was a man of strength	D2
I tell you in this stound	A
He smote the Douglas at the sword's length	D2
That he felled him to the ground	A
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The sword was sharp and sore did byte	A
I tell you in certain	A
To the heart he did him smite	A
Thus was the Douglas slain	A
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The standards stood still on each side	A
With many a grievous groan	A
There they fought the day and all the night	A
And many a doughty man was slone	A
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There was no freyke that there would fly	A
But stiffly in stour did stand	A
Echone hewing on other while they might dry	A
With many a baleful brand	A
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There was slain upon the Scottes side	A
For sooth and certainly	D
Sir James of Douglas there was slain	A
That day that he did die	A
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The Earl of Menteith he was slain	A
Grysely groaned upon the ground	A
Sir Davy Scot Sir Walter Steward	A
Sir John of Agerstone	A
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Sir Charles Murray in that place	E2
That never a foot would fly	A
Sir Hugh Maxwell a lord he was	F2
With the Douglas did he die	A
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There was slain upon the Scottes side	A
For sooth as I you say	A
Of four and forty thousand Scots	G2
Went but eighteen away	A
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There was slain upon the English side	A
For sooth and certainly	D
A gentle knight Sir John Fitzhugh	H2
It was the more pity	D
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Sir James Harebotell there was slain	A
For him their hearts were sore	V
The gentle Lovel there was slain	A
That the Percy's standard bore	V
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There was slain upon the English side	A
For sooth as I you say	A
Of nine thousand Englishmen	A
Five hundred came away	A
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The others were slayne in the field	A
Christ keep their souls from woe	A
Seeing there were so few friends	I2
Against so many a foe	A
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Then on the morn they made them biers	J2
Of birch and hazel gray	A
Many a widow with weeping tears	K2
Their makes they fetch away	A
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This fray began at Otterburn	A
Between the night and the day	A
There the Douglas lost his life	C
And the Percy was led away	A
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Then was there a Scottish prisoner ta'en	A
Sir Hugh Montgomery was his name	W
For sooth as I you say	A
He borrowed the Percy home again	A
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Now let us all for the Percy pray	A
To Jesu most of might	A
To bring his soul to the bliss of heaven	A
For he was a gentle knight	A