Somewhat lyes brooding in thy breast;
Whatever it bee, to mee declare."
"Father, you are an aged man,
Your head is white, your bearde is gray;
It were a shame at these your yeares
For you to ryse in such a fray."
"Now fye upon thee, coward Francis,
Thou never learnedst this of mee:
When thou wert yong and tender of age,
Why did I make soe much of thee?"
"But, father, I will wend with you,
Unarm'd and naked will I bee;
And he that strikes against the crowne,
Ever an ill death may he dee."
Then rose that reverend gentleman,
And with him came a goodlye band
To join with the brave Erle Percy,
And all the flower o' Northumberland.
With them the noble Nevill came,
The Erle of Westmorland was hee:
At Wetherbye they mustred their host,
Thirteen thousand faire to see.
Lord Westmorland his ancyent raisde,
The Dun Bull he rays'd on hye,
And three Dogs with golden collars
Were there sett out most royallye.[5]
Erle Percy there his ancyent spred,
The Halfe-Moone shining all soe faire:[6]
The Nortons ancyent had the crosse,
And the five wounds our Lord did Beare.
Then Sir George Bowes he straitwaye rose,
After them some spoyle to make:
Those noble erles turn'd backe againe,
And aye they vowed that knight to take.
That baron he to his castle fled,
To Barnard castle then fled hee.
The uttermost walles were eathe to win,
The earles have wonne them presentlie.
The uttermost walles were lime and bricke;
But thoughe they won them soon alone,
Long e'er they wan the innermost walks,
For they were cut in rocke of stone.
Then newes unto leeve London came
In all the speede that ever might bee,