Francis James Child

“ 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.'
Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
Richard Wytharyngton was him nam;
'It shal neuer be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,' he says,
'To Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham.
'I wat youe byn great lordees twaw,
I am a poor squyar of lande ”

“ Thatlord Pers, 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,
a+es good as euer was he:
But, Pers, 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 Pers
he dyde the battell of Hombyll-down;
Wher syx and thritt Skottishe knyghtes
on a day wear beaten down ”

“ I am a yerle callyd within my contr ;
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 Pers,
'who-so-euer ther-to says nay! ”