Part 2 / Book 6 — 127. The Battle of Otterburn

I It fell about the Lammas tide When husbands[1036] win their hay, The doughty Douglas bound him to ride In England to take a prey. II He has chosen the Graemes, and the Lindsays light, And the gallant Gordons gay; And the Earl of Fyfe withouten strife, He’s bound him over Solwày. III They come in over Ottercap Hill, So down by Rodeley Cragge; Upon Green Leyton they lighted down Styrande[1037] many a stagge. IV And they have brent[1038] the dales of Tyne, And harryed Bamborowe shire, And the Otter Dale they have brent it hale[1039] And left it a’ on fire. V Then spake a berne[1040] upon the bent[1041], Of comfort that was not cold, And said, ‘We have brent Northumberland, We have all wealth in hold. VI ‘Now we have harryed all Bamborowe shire, All the wealth in the world have we: I rede[1042] we ryde to Newcastell So still and stalworthlye.’ VII Upon the morrow, when it was day, The standards shone full bright; To Newcastell they took the way, And thither they came full right. VIII To Newcastell when that they came, The Douglas cry’d on hyght: ‘Harry Percy, an thou bidest within, Come to the field, and fight!— IX ‘For we have brent Northumberland, Thy herytage good and right; And syne my lodging I have ta’en, With my brand dubb’d many a knight.’ X Sir Harry Percy came to the walls The Scottish host for to see, Sayd, ‘An thou hast brent Northumberland, Full sore it rueth me. XI ‘If thou hast haryed all Bamborowe shire, Thou hast done me great envye; For this trespasse thou hast me done The tone[1043] of us shall die.’ XII ‘Where shall I bide thee?’ sayd the Douglas, ‘Or where wilt thou come to me?’— ‘But gae ye up to Otterbourne, And wait there dayès three. XIII ‘The roe full rekeles[1044] there she rins, To make the game and glee; The falcon and the phesant both, To fend[1045] thy men and thee. XIV ‘There may’st thou have thy wealth at will, Well lodg’d thou there may’st be: It shall not be long ere I come thee till[1046],’ Sayd Sir Harry Percy. XV ‘There shall I bide thee,’ sayd the Douglas, ‘By the faith of my bodye.’— ‘There shall I come,’ said Sir Harry Percy, ‘My troth I plight to thee.’ XVI A pipe of wine over the wall, He gave them [to their pay[1047]], There he made the Douglas drinke, And all his host that day. XVII The Douglas turn’d him homeward again, [And rode withouten stay]; He pyght[1048] his standard at Otterbourne Upon a Wedensday. XVIII And syne he warned his men to go To choose their geldings grass; [And he that had no man to send] His own servant he was. XIX A Scottish knight hoved[1049] on the bent[1050] At watch, I dare well say, So was he ware of the noble Percy In the dawning of the day. XX He pryck’d to his pavilion[1051] door As fast as he might run: ‘Awaken, Douglas!’ cried the knight, ‘For his sake that sits in throne! XXI ‘Awaken, Douglas!’ cried the knight, ‘For thou mayst wake with wynne[1052]! Yonder have I spied the proud Percy, And seven standards with him.’ XXII ‘Now by my troth,’ the Douglas sayd, ‘It is but a faynèd[1053] tale! He durst not look on my broad banner [Were all England in] hail! XXIII ‘Was I not yesterday at Newcastell That stands so fair on Tyne? For all the men the Percy had He could not gar me to dine[1054].’ XXIV He stepp’d out at his pavilion-door To look an it were lease[1055]: ‘Array you, lordings, one and all! For here begins no peace. XXV ‘The Earl of Menteith, thou art my eme[1056], The vaward[1057] I give to thee: The Earl of Huntley, cante[1058] and keen, Take him to go with thee. XXVI ‘The Lord of Buchan, in armure bright, On the other side he shall be; Lord Johnstone and Lord Maxwell They two shall go with me. XXVII ‘Swynton, fair fall upon your pride! To battle make you bowne[1059].— Sir Davy Scott, Sir Walter Steward, Sir John of Agerstone!’ XXVIII The Percy came before his host, He was ever a gentil knight: Upon the Douglas loud can he cry ‘I will hold that I have hyght[1060].’ XXIX ‘For thou hast brent Northumberland, And done me great envye, For this trespasse thou hast me done The tone of us shall die.’ XXX The Douglas answer’d him again With great words upon hie, And sayd, ‘I have twenty against thy one: Behold, and thou mayst see!’ XXXI With that the Percy was grievèd sore, Forsooth as I you say: He lighted down upon his foot And schoote[1061] his horse away. XXXII Every man saw that he did so, That ryal was ever in rowghte[1062]: Every man schoote his horse him fro And lighted him round about. XXXIII Sir Harry Percy took the field Even thus, as I you say; Jesus Christe in hevyn on height Did help him well that day. XXXIV But nine thousand, there was no more— The chronicle will not layne[1063]— Forty thousand of Scots and four That day fought them again[1064]. XXXV But when the battel began to join, In haste there came a knight; And letters fair forth hath he ta’en, And thus he sayd full right: XXXVI ‘My lord your father greets you well, With many a noble knight; He doth desire you now to bide, That he may see this fight. XXXVII ‘The Baron of Graystoke is out of the west With a noble companye: All they lodge at your father’s this night, And the battel fayn would they see.’ XXXVIII ‘For Jesus’ love,’ sayd Sir Harry Percy, ‘That died for you and me, Wend to my lord my father agayn, Say thou saw me not with thee. XXXIX ‘My troth is plight to yon Scottish knight, —It nede’s me not to layne— That I should bide him upon this bent, And I have his troth agayn. XL ‘And if that I wend off this growende[1065], Forsooth, unfoughten away, He would call me but a coward knight In his land another day. XLI ‘Yet had I liefer be rynde[1066] and rent, —By Mary, that mickle may[1067]!— Than ever my manhood be reproved With a Scot another day. XLII ‘Wherefore shoot, archers, for my sake! And let sharp arrows flee. Minstrels, play up for your waryson[1068]! And well quit it shall be. XLIII ‘Every man thynke on his true-love, And mark him to the Trinitye: For unto God I make mine avowe This day will I not flee.’ XLIV The blodye herte in the Douglas arms His standard stood on hie, That every man might full wel knowe; Bysyde stood starrès three. XLV The white lion on the English part, Forsooth as I you sayn, The lucettes[1069] and the cressants both The Scot fought them again. XLVI Upon Seynt Andrewe loud can they crye, And thrice they showt on hyght, Syne mark’d them on our English men, As I have told you right. XLVII Seynt George the bryght, Our Ladye’s knyght, To name they were full fayne; Our English men they cry’d on hyght, And thrice they shot agayne. XLVIII With that sharp arrows began to flee, I tell you in certayne: Men of arms began to joyne, Many a doughty man was slayne. XLIX The Percy and the Douglas met That either of other was fayne; They swapp’d[1070] together while they swet[1071] With swords of fyne Collayne[1072]: L Until the blood from their bassonets[1073] ran As the roke[1074] doth in the rayne; ‘Yield thou to me,’ sayd the Douglas, ‘Or elles thou shall be slayne. LI ‘For I see by thy bryght bassonet Thou art some man of myght: And so I do by thy burnysh’d brand, Thou’rt an earl or elles a knyght.’ LII ‘By my good faith,’ said the noble Percye, ‘Now hast thou rede full ryght; Yet will I never yield me to thee, While I may stand and fyght.’ LIII They swapp’d together, while that they swet, With swordès sharp and long; Each on other so fast they bette[1075], Their helms came in pieces down. LIV The Percy was a man of strength, I tell you in this stounde[1076]: He smote the Douglas at the sword’s length That he fell to the grounde. LV The Douglas call’d to his little foot-page, And sayd, ‘Run speedilye, And fetch my ain dear sister’s son, Sir Hugh Montgomery. LVI ‘My nephew good,’ the Douglas sayd, ‘What recks the death of ane? Last night I dream’d a dreary dream, And I ken the day’s thy ain. LVII ‘My wound is deep: I am fayn to sleep, Take thou the vaward of me, And hide me by the bracken bush Grows on yon lilye-lee.’ LVIII He has lifted up that noble lord With the saut tears in his e’e; He has hidden him in the bracken bush That his merry men might not see. LIX The standards stood still on eke side; With many a grievous groan They fought that day, and all the night; Many a doughtye man was slone. LX The morn was clear, the day drew nie, —Yet stiffly in stowre[1077] they stood; Echone hewing another while they might drie, Till aye ran down the blood. LXI The Percy and Montgomery met That either of other was fayn: They swappèd swords, and they two met Till the blood ran down between. LXII ‘Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy,’ he said, ‘Or I vow I’le lay thee low!’ ‘To whom shall I yield?’ said Earl Percy, ‘Now I see it maun be so.’— LXIII ‘Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun, Nor yet shalt thou to me; But yield thee to the bracken bush Grows on yon lilye-lee.’— LXIV ‘I winna yield to a bracken bush, Nor yet I will to a brere[1078]; But I would yield to Earl Douglas, Or Montgomery if he was here.’ LXV As soon as he knew Montgomery, He stuck his sword’s point in ground; The Montgomery was a courteous knight, And quickly took him by the hand. LXVI There was slayne upon the Scottès’ side, For sooth and certaynlye, Sir James a Douglas there was slayne, That day that he cou’d dye. LXVII The Earl of Menteith he was slayne, And gryselye[1079] groan’d on the groun’; Sir Davy Scott, Sir Walter Steward, Sir John of Agerstone. LXVIII Sir Charlès Murray in that place That never a foot would flee; Sir Hew Maxwell, a lord he was, With the Douglas did he dee. LXIX There was slayne upon the Scottès’ side For sooth as I you say, Of four and fifty thousand Scottes Went but eighteen away. LXX There was slayne upon the English side For sooth and certaynlye, A gentle Knight, Sir John Fitzhughe, It was the more pitye. LXXI Sir James Hardbotell there was slayne, For him their heartes were sore; The gentle Lovell there was slayne, That the Percy’s standard bore. LXXII There was slayne upon the English part For sooth as I you say, Of ninè thousand English men Five hundred came away. LXXIII The others slayne were in the field; Christ keep their souls from woe! Seeing there was so fewè friends Against so many a foe. LXXIV Then on the morn they made them bieres Of birch and hazell gray: Many a widow with weeping teares Their makes[1080] they fette[1081] away. LXXV This fray was fought at Otterbourne, Between the night and the day; Earl Douglas was buried at the bracken bush, And the Percy led captive away. LXXVI Now let us all for the Percy pray To Jesu most of might, To bring his soul to the bliss of heaven, For he was a gentle knight.