Anonymous

“ A deep and deadly blow;
Who never spake more words than these
Fight on, my merry men all!
For why? my life is at an end,
Lord Percy sees my fall.
Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
The dead man by the hand ”

“ Then sayd the doughtè Doglas
unto the lord Perse:
‘To kyll alle thes giltles men,
alas, it wear great pittè!
But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contre;
Let all our men vppone a parti stande,
and do the battell off the and of me.’
‘Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne,’ sayd the lorde Persè,
’who-so-euer ther-to says nay!
Be my troth, doughtte Doglas,’ he says,
’Thow shalt neuer se that day.
‘Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,
nor for no man of a woman born,
But, and fortune be my chance,
I dar met him, on man for on.’ ”

“ That lord Persè, leyff-tenante of the Marchis,
he lay slayne Chyviat within.
‘God haue merci on his solle,’ sayde Kyng Harry,
’good lord, yf thy will it be!
I haue a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde,’ he sayd,
as good as euer was he:
But, Persè, and I brook my lyffe,
thy deth well quyte shall be.’
As our noble kynge mayd his avowe,
lyke a noble prince of renowen,
For the deth of the lord Persè
he dyde the battell of Hombyll-down;
Wher syx and thrittè Skottishe knyghtes
on a day wear beaten down ”