Memorable Song on the unhappy Hunting in Chevie-Chase, between Earl Piercie of England, and Earl Dowglas of Scotland.  
To the Tune of, Flying Fame.  


God prosper long our Noble King,  
our lives and safeties all,  
A waful Hunting once there did  
in Chevie-Chase befall:  
To dr●ve the Deer with hound and horn,  
Earl Piercy took his way,  
The child may rue that is unborn  
the hunting on that day.   

The stout Earl of Northumberland,  
〈◊〉 vow t●●od did make,  
His pleasure in the Scottish woods,  
three Summers days to take:  
The chiefest Hearts in Chevie-Chase,  
to kill and bear away,  
These tidings to Earl Dowglas came  
in Scotland where he lay.   

Who sent Earl Piercy persent word,  
he would prevent his sport,  
The English Earl not fearing this,  
did to the woods resort,  
With fifteen hundred Bowmen bold,  
●ll chosen men of might,  
Who knew full well in time of war,  
to aim their Shafts aright.   

T●e gallant Greyhound swiftly ran,  
〈◊〉 chase the Fallow Deer,  
〈◊〉 Monday they began to hunt  
〈◊〉 d●y l●g●●●id appear.  
●●d long before high-noon they had  
●n h●●dred f●t Bucks slain▪  
〈◊〉 having dined▪ the Drovers went  
●owze them up again.   

〈◊〉 bowmen mustered on the Hills,  
●●ll able to endure,  
●●●ir back sides all with special care  
〈◊〉 day were guarded sure:  
〈◊〉 Hounds ran swiftly through the woods  
●●e nimble Deer to take  
with their cries the hills and dales  
〈◊〉 ●cho shrill did make.   

〈◊〉 ●●erc● to the Quarry went,  
〈◊〉 ●iew the tender Dare,  
●●oth he, Earl Dow●l●s promised  
〈◊〉 ●ay to meet me here  
〈◊〉 if I thought he would not come,  
〈◊〉 ●o●ger would I stay  
〈◊〉 ●●at a brave young Gentleman  
〈◊〉 ●o the Earl did say:   

〈◊〉 ●●●der doth Earl Dowglas come,  
〈◊〉 ●en in Armour bright,  
〈◊〉 ●●●nty hundred Scotish Spears  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 g in our sight;  
〈◊〉 ●●n of Tevidale▪  
〈◊〉 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ●iuer Tweed,  
Then cease your sport Earl Piercy said,  
and take your Bows with speed.   

And now with me my Countrymen  
your courage forth advance  
For never was there, Champion yet  
in Scotland or in France  
That ever did on horseback come,  
but if my hap it were,  
I durst encounter man for man,  
with him to break a Spear.   

Earl Dowglas on a Milk white Stèed,  
most like a Baron bold,  
Road foremost of the company,  
whose Armour shone like gold:  
Show me (said he) whose me ye be,  
that hunt so boldly here,  
That without my consent do chase,  
and kill my Fallow Deer;   

The man that first did answer make,  
was Noble Piercy he,  
Who said, we list not to declare,  
nor show whose men we be:  
Yet we will sp●nd our dearest blood,  
thy chiefest Hearts to slay,  
Then Dowglas swore a solemn oath,  
and thus in rage did say:   

Ere thus I will outbraved be,  
one of us too ●●●l die,  
I know thee well, 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 th●● art,  
Lord Piercy, so am I;  
But trust me Piercy pity it were,  
and great offence to kill  
Any of these our harmless men,  
for they have done no ill.   

Let thou and I the ●attell try,  
and let our men abide:  
Accursed be he Lord Piercy said,  
by whom it is denied:  
Then stepped a gallant Squire forth,  
Wi●heringon was his name,  
Who said I would not have it told  
to Henry our King for shame,   

That ere my Captains fought on foot,  
and I stood looking on,  
You two be Earls quoth Witherington  
and I a Squire alone:  
I'll do the best that do I may,  
while I have power to stand,  
While I have power to wield my sword  
I'll fight with heart and hand.   

Our English Archery bend their bows,  
their hearts wars good and true,  
At the first flight of Arrows sent,  
full four score scots they slew,  
To drive the Deer with hound and horn,  
Dowgals bad on the bent,  
A Captain moved with much pride,  
the Spears to shivers went.   

They clo●●d full fast on every side,  
no slackness there was found,  
And many a gallant Gentleman  
lay gasping on the ground:  
O Christ, it was a grief to see,  
and likewise for to hear  
The cries of men lying in their gore,  
and scattered here and there.   

At last these two stout Earls did meet,  
like Captains of great might,  
Like Lyns moved they laid on load,  
and made a cruel fight;  
T●ey fought until they both did sweat  
with swords of tempered steel,  
Vntll the blood like drops of rain,  
they trickling down did fèele.   

Yield thee Lord Piercy, Dowglas said,  
in faith I will thee bring,  
Where thou shalt high advanced be  
by James our Scottish King;  
Thy ramson will I freely give,  
and thus report of thee,  
Thou art the most courageous Knight  
as ever I did see.   

No Dow●●●s ●●●th Earl Piercy then  
thy proffers I do 〈◊〉  
I will not yield to any Scot  
that ever yet was borne:  
With tha● there came an Arrow keen,  
ou● of an England Bow,  
And st●uck Earl Dowglas to the heart,  
a deep end deadly blow.   

Who never spoke more words then these  
fight on my merry man all,  
For why my life is at an end,  
Earle● Piercy sees my fall:  
Then leaving life, Earl Piercy took,  
the dead man by the hand,  
And said Earl Dowglas for thy life  
would I had lost my Land.   

O Christ my very heart doth bleed,  
with sorrow for thy sake,  
For sure a more redoubted Knight  
mischance did never take.  
A Knight among the Scots there was  
which said Earl Dowglas die,  
Who straight in wrath did vow revenge  
upon the Earl Piercy.    

The Second Part,  
to the same Tune.  

SIr Hugh Montgomery was he called,  
who with a Spear full bright,  
Well mounted on a gallant Stèed,  
ran fiercely through the fight.  
And past the English Archers all,  
without all dread or fear  
And through Earl Pierc●● body then  
he thrust his hateful Spear,   

With such a vehement force and might  
his body he did gore,  
The staff came through the other side  
a large cloth-yard and more:  
Thus did both these stout Nobles die,  
whoes courage none could stain,  
An English Archer then perceived  
the Noble Earl was slain:   

He had ●ood Bow in his hand,  
made of a trusty Tree,  
An Arrow of a cloth-yard long  
unto the head drew he:  
Against Sir Hugh Montgomery,  
so right his shaft he set  
The Grey-goose wing that was thereon  
in his heart blood was wet.   

The fight did last from break of day,  
till setting of the Sun,  
For when they rung the Evening bell  
the battle scarce was done.  
With stout Earl Piercy there was slain  
Sir John of Ogerton,  
Sir Robert Ratcliff and Sir John,  
Sir James that bold Baron.   

And with Sir George & good sir James,  
both Knights of good account,  
Good Sir Ralph Rabbi there was slain,  
W●ose prowess did surmount:  
For Witherington needs must I wa●le,  
as one in doleful dumps,  
For when his legs were smitten off,  
he fought upon his stumps.   

And with Earl Dowglas there was slain  
Sir Hugh Montgomery,  
Sir Charles Morrell, that from the field  
one foot would never fly:  
Sir Charles Morrell of Harcliffe too,  
his Sister's son was he  
Sir David Lamb, so well esteemed,  
but saved he could not be,   

And the Lord Markwell in like case,  
did with Earl Dowglas die  
Of twenty hundred Scottish Spears,  
scarce fifty five did fly:  
Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,  
went home but fifty three,  
The rest were slain in Chevie-Chase,  
under the green-wood Tree.   

Next day did many widows come,  
their husband to bewail,  
They washed their wounds with brinish tears,  
but all cou●d not prevail:  
Their bodies bathed in purple blood,  
they b●re with them away,  
They kissed them dead a thousand times,  
ere they were clad in clay.   

This news was brought to Edenburg,  
where scotlands King did reign  
that brave Earl Dowglas suddenly  
was with an Arrow slain:  
O heavy news King James did say,  
Scotland can witness be,  
I have not any Captain more,  
of such account as be.   

Like tidings to King Henry came,  
within as s●ort a space,  
That Piercy of Northumberland  
was slain in Chevie-Chase:  
Now God be with him, said our King,  
since 'twill not better be  
I trust I have within my Realm  
side hundred as good as he.   

Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say,  
but I will vengeance take,  
And be revenged on them all  
for brave E●rl● Piercie'● sake:  
This vow theKing did well perform,  
after on H●mb●e Down  
In one day fifty Knights were slain,  
with Lords of high renown.   

And of the rest of small account,  
did many hundred die,  
Thus ended the Hun●ing in Chevie-Chase  
made by the Lord Piercy.  
God save the King and bless this Land  
with Pleasure joy and Peace,  
and grant henceforth that ●ll debate  
'twixt Noblemen may cease.     
FINIS.  

London, Printed for E. Wright dwelling in Gilt-spurstreet