A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

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At last these two stout earls did meet,
Like captains of great might:
Like lions wode, they laid on lode,
And made a. cruel fight :

They fought until they both did swe11t,
With swords of temper'd steel ;
Until the blood, like dro~ of rain,
They trickling down did feel.

''Yield thee, Lord Percy,'' Douglas IIB.id;
"In faith I will thee bring
Where thou shalt high advanoM be
By James, our Scottish king: _

,. Thy rallllom I will freely give,
And this report of thee,
Thou art the moat courngeous knight
That ever I did see."

"N~ Doug!B.B," eAith Earl Percy then,
"Thy proffer I do aeon ;
I will not yield to any Scot
That ever yet WB.B born." ·

With that there came an arrow keen
Ont of an Ensllish bow,
Which struck :&.rl DouglB.B to the heart,
A deep and deadly blow :


"Who never apake more words than these :-
.. Fight on, my merry men all ;
FoT why 1 my life is at an end-
Lord Percy sees my fAll."


Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
The dead man by the h.u1d i
A.od said,^11 Earl DouglB.B, for thy life
Would I bad lost my land.


"Oh, Christ I my very heart doth bleed
With aorrow for thy aake ;
For sure a more redoubted knight
Mischance did never take."


A knight among the Soota there waa,
Who aaw Earl Douglas die,
Who straight in wrath did vow reve~~ge
Upon the Earl Percy:

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