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Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too, I have not any captaine more
Of such account as hee.”
Like tydings to King Henry came,
Within as short a space,
Was slaine in Chevy-Chese :
“Now, God be with him," said our Scarce fifty-five did flye.
king, Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,
“ Sith it will noe better bee; Went home but fifty-three ;
I trust I have, within my realme, The rest were slaine in Chevy-Chase, Five hundred as good as hee : Under the greene woode tree.
Yett shall not Scotts, nor Scotland say, Next day did many widdowes come, But I will vengeance take : Their husbands to bewayle ;
I'll be revenged on them all, They washt their wounds in brinish For brave Erle Percyes sake.” teares,
This vow full well the king perform'd But all wold not prevayle.
After, at Humbledowne; Theyr bodyes bathed in purple gore, In one day, fifty knights were slayne, They bare with them away :
With lords of great renowne : They kist them dead a thousand times,
And of the rest, of small account, Ere they were cladd in clay.
Did many thousands dye : The newes was brought tu Eddenborrow, Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase,
Where Scottlands king did raigne, Made by the Erle Percy. That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye
God save our king, and bless this land Was with an arrow slaine :
With plentye, joy, and peace; “O, heavy newes,” King James did say, And grant henceforth, that foule debate “Scottland may witnesse bee,
'Twixt noblemen may cease.
34. Sir Patrick Spens.
The king sits in Dunfermline town,
Drinking the blude-red wine ; “O wharel will I get a skeely 2 skipper,
To sail this new ship o' mine!”O up and spake an eldern knight,
Sat at the king's right knee,-
That ever sail'd the sea."
And seal'd it with his hand,
Was walking on the strand. “ To Noroway, to Noroway,
To Noroway o'er the faem; The king's daughter of Noroway,
'Tis thou maun bring her hame.”— The first word that Sir Patrick read,
Sae loud loud laughed he;
The tear blinded his e'e.
And tauld the king o' me,
To sail upon the sea ?
Be it wind, be it weet, be it hail, be it
'Tis we must fetch her hame."
Upon a Wodensday.
In Noroway, but twae,
Began aloud to say-
Fu' loud I hear ye lie;
As gane my men and me,
Make ready, make ready, my merry
I fear a deadly storm !
Wi’ the auld moon in her arm;
I fear we'll come to harm.”
A league but barely three,
It was sic a deadly storm ;
Till a' her sides were torn.
To take my helm in hand,
To see if I can spy land ?" “O here am I, a sailor gude,
To take the helm in hand,
But I fear you'll ne'er spy land.”-
A step but barely ane,
And the salt sea it came in.
Another o' the twine,
And wap them into our ship's side,
And let nae the sea come in."
Another o' the twine,
To weet 5 their cork-heel'd shoon ! 6
They wat their hats aboon.8
That floated on the faem ;
That never mair cam hame.
The maidens tore their hair,
For them they'll see nae mair.
Wi' their fans into their hand,
Come sailing to the strand !
Por them they'll see nae mair.
'Tis fifty fathoms deep,
Wi' the Scots lords at his feet!
5 To wet.
35. The Two Corbies. There were two corbies sat on a tree His hound is to the hunting gane, Large and black as black might be ; His hawk to fetch the wild fowl hame, And one the other gan say,
His lady's away with another mate, Where shall we go and dine to-day? So we shall make our dinner sweet; Shall we go dine by the wild salt sea ? Our dinner's sure, our feasting free, Shall we go dine 'neath the greenwood Come, and dine by the greenwood tree. tree?
Ye shall sit on his white hause-bane, As I sat on the deep sea sand,
I will pick out his bony blue een ; I saw a fair ship nigh at land,
Ye'll take a tress of his yellow hair, I waved my wings, I bent my beak, To theak yere nest when it grows The ship sunk, and I heard a shriek ; The gowden? down on his young chin There they lie, one, two, and three, Will do to sewe my young ones in. I shall dine by the wild salt sea.
0, cauld and bare will his bed be, Come, I will show ye a sweeter sight, When winter storms sing in the tree; A lonesome glen, and a new-slain knight; At his head a turf, at his feet a stone, His blood yet on the grass is hot, He will sleep nor hear the maiden's His sword half-drawn, his shafts unshot,
moan; And no one kens that he lies there, O'er his white bones the birds shail fly, But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. The wild deer bound, ard foxes cry. · The neck-bone-a phrase for the neck.
THE ELIZABETHAN POETS (INCLUDING THE REIGN OF JAMES 1.).
36. George Gascoigne. 1530-1577. (Manual, p. 70.)
THE VANITY OF THE BEAUTIFUL.
What grudge and grief our joys may then suppress,
37. Thomas Sackville, Lord Buckhurst. (Manual, p. 71.)
ALLEGORICAL PERSONAGES IN HELL.
From the Induction to the Mirrour for Magistrates.
Her eyes unstedfast, rolling here and there,
Of his palm closed, his bed the hard cold ground;
Edmund Spenser. 1553-1599. (Manual, pp. 72-78.)
From the Faëry Queen.