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“ Let thou and I the battle try,
And set our men aside."
“ By whom this is denied.”
Witherington was his name,
To Henry, our king, for shame,
And I stood looking on;
“And I a squire alone :
While I have strength to stand;
I'll fight with heart and hand.”
Our English archers bent their bows,
Their hearts were good and true;
Full three score Scots they slew.
As chieftain stout and good ;
The shock he firmly stood.
They grasp'd their swords so bright,
On shields and helmets light! * Bides on the bent, remains on the slope (hillside).
Blows, a heavy shower, = blows rained:
They closed full fast on ev'ry side,
No slackness was there found; And many a gallant gentleman
Lay gasping on the ground.
And likewise for to hear
And scatter'd here and there.
Like captains of great might;
And made a cruel fight. “ Yield thee, Lord Percy,” Douglas said ;
“ In faith I will thee bring
By James our Scottish king:
And thus report of thee :
That ever I did see.” “No, Douglas," quoth Lord Percy then,
“ Thy proffer I do scorn ; I will not yield to any
DEATH AND REVENGE.
With that there came an arrow keen
Out of an English bow, Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart
A deep and deadly blow;
* Wode, enraged, mad.
+ Load, blows.
Who never spoke more words than these:
“Fight on, my merry men all! For why ?—my life is at an end
Lord Percy sees my fall."
The dead man by the hand,
Would I had lost my land !"
Who saw Earl Douglas die,
Upon the Earl Percy':
Who with a spear most bright,
Ran fiercely through the fight;
Without or dread or fear;
He thrust his hateful spear.
Next day did many widows come,
Their husbands to bewail;
But all would not avail.
They bore with them away;
“ You are old, Father William," the young man cried,
“ The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man •
Now tell me the reason, I pray ? " “ In the days of my youth,” Father William replied,
“ I remember'd that youth would fly fast, And abused not my health and my vigor at first,
That I never might want them at last.” “ You are old, Father William," the young man cried,
" And pleasures with youth pass away,
“I remember'd that youth could not last; I thought of the future, whatever I did,
That I never might grieve for the past." “ You are old, Father William," the young man cried,
“ And life must be hastening away : You are cheerful, and love to converse upon
h; Now tell me the
" Let the cause thy attention engage; In the days of my youth I remember'd my God; And he hath not forgotten my age ! ”
JOHN PROPOSES A WEDDING HOLIDAY, AND THE FAMILY
GO ON BEFOREHAND. JOHN GILPIN was a citizen of credit and renown, A train-band* captain eke f was he, of famous London town. John Gilpin's spouse said to her dear, " Though wedded we
“ have been These twice ten tedious years, yet we no holiday have seen. “ To-morrow is our wedding day, and we will then repair Unto the Bell at Edmonton, all in a chaise and pair.” The morning came, the chaise was brought, but yet was not
allowed To drive up to the door, lest all should say that she was
proud. So three doors off the chaise was stayed, where they did all
get in; Six precious souls, and all agog, to dash through thick and
thin. Smack went the whip, round went the wheels, were never
folks so glad; The stones did rattle-underneath, as if Cheapside were mad.
JOHN GILPIN FOLLOWS ON HORSEBACK. Now see John Gilpin mounted well upon his nimble steed, Full slowly pacing o'er the stones with caution and good
* Trainband captain, captain of militia. of Eke, also.