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 So thus did these two nobles die, Whose courage none could stain, An English archer then perceived His noble lord was slain.

He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree, A arrow of a cloth yard's length, Unto the head he drew.

Against Sir Hugh Montgomery then So right his shaft he set, The grey goose wings that were therein In his heart's blood were wet.

The fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun; For when they rung their evening bell, The battle scarce was done.

With Earl Percy there was slain Sir John of Ogerton; Sir Robert Ratcliffe, and Sir John, Sir James the bold baron;

Sir George and also good Sir Hugh, Both knights of good account, Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain, Whose powers did surmount;

For Witherington I needs must wail, As one in woeful dumps— For, when his legs were smitten off, He fought upon his stumps.

And with Earl Douglas there was slain- Sir Hugh Montgomery; Sir Charles Murray, that from the field One foot would never fly;

Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliffe, too, His sister's soon was he: Sir David Lamb, so well esteemed, Yet saved he could not be