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REFLECTIONS ON LIFE-CHEVY CHACE.
Reflections on Life.
To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
The Ballad of Chevy Chace.'
Our lives and safetyes all!
In Chevy Chace befall.
Erle Percy took his way:
The hunting of that day,
A vow he once did make,
Three summer days to take;
To kill and beare away.
In Scotland where he lay : 1 Chevy Chace, or Cheviot Chace, a preserve for game on the Cheviot Hills in Northumberland.
Who sent Erle Percy present word,
He would prevent his sport.
Did to the woods resort,
With fifteen hundred bowmen bold,
All chosen men of might,
To ayme their shafts arright.
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,
To chase the fallow-deere :
When daylight did appeare ;
And long before high noone they had
An hundred fat buckes slaine ; Then having dined, the drovyers went
To rouze the deere againe.
The bowmen muster'd on the hills,
Well able to endure;
That day was guarded sure.
The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,
The nimble deere to take,
An eccho shrill did make.
Lord Percy to the quarry went,
To view the slaughter'd deere; Quoth he, “ Erle Douglas promised
This day to meet me heere;
But if I thought he would not come,
Noe longer would I stay.""
Thus to the erle did say:
THE BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE.
“Loe, yonder doth Erle Douglas come,
His men in armour bright;
All marching in our sight;
Fast by the river Tweede.” “ Then cease your sports,” Erle Percy said,
“And take your bowes with speede:
And now with me, my countrymen,
Your courage forth advance;
In Scottland or in France,
That ever did on horsebacke come,
But if my hap it were,
Erle Douglas on his milke-white steede,
Most like a baron bold,
Whose armour shone like gold.
“Show me,” sayd hee, “whose men you bee,
That hunt soe boldly heere; That without my consent do chase
And kill my fallow-deere.”
The first man that did answer make
Was noble Percy he,
Nor show whose men wee bee;
Yet will we spend our deerest blood,
Thy cheefest harts to slay.”
And thus in rage did say,—
“ Ere thus I will out-braved bee,
One of us two shall dye :
Lord Percy, soe am I.
And great offence, to kill
For they have done no ill.
And set our men aside.” “Shame on the man,” Erle Percy sayd,
“By whome this is denyed." Then stept a gallant squier forth,
Witherington was his name,
To Henry our king for shame,
And I stood looking on. You two bee erles," quo’l Witherington,
“And I a squier alone: Ile doe the best that doe I may,
While I have power to stand ; While I have power to weeld my sword,
Ile fight with heart and hand.” Our English archers bent their bowes,
Their hearts were good and trew; Att the first flight of arrowes sent,
Full four-score Scots they slew. Yet bides Erle Douglas on the bent,
As chieftain stout and good ; As valiant captain, all unmoved
The shock he firmly stood.
THE BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE.
His host he parted had in three,
As leader warel and try'd ;
Bare down on' every side.
They dealt full many a wound:
All firmly kept their ground;
They grasp'd their swords so bright;
On shields and helmets light. They closed full fast on everye side,
Noe slacknes there was found; And many a gallant gentleman
Lay gasping on the ground.
How each one chose his spere,
Did gush like water cleere.
Like captaines of great might;
And made a cruell fight :
With swords of temper’d steele;
They trickling downe did feele.
In faith I will thee bringe