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 To drive the deer with hound and horn,

Douglas bade on the bent,

A Captain mov’d with meikle pride,

Their spears in shivers went.

The Chiefs did fall on every side,

No slackness there was found,

And many a gallant gentleman

Lay gasping on the ground.

O ! but it was a grief to see,

And likewise for to hear,

The cries of men lying in their gore,

And scatter’d here and there.

At last these two great chieſs did meet,

Like Chieftains of great might;

Like lions mov'd they fear'd no Lord,

They made a cruel fight

They fought until they both did sweat,

With sword of temper’d steel,

Until the blood like drops of rain,

They trinkling down did feel.

Yield thee, Lord Percy, Douglas said,

In faith I will thee bring,

Where thou shalt high advanced be,

By James our Scottish King.

Thy ransom I will freely give,

And thus report of thee,

Thou art the most courageous Knights

That ever I did see.

No, Douglas, quoth Lord Percy then,

The offer I do scorn,

I will not yield to any Scot,

That yet was born.

With that there came an arrow keen,

Out of an English bow,