Page:Hunting of Chevychase.pdf/2



prosper lang our noble king, Our lives and safeties all A woeful hunting once there did In Chevy-chase befal. To drive the deer with hound and horn Earl Percy took his way, The child may rue that was unborn, The hunting of that day. The stout Earl of Northumberland A vow to God did make, His pleasure in the Scottish woods, Three summer days to take; The choicest harts in Chevy-chase To kill and bear away. These tidings to Earl Douglas came, In Scotland where he lay; Who sent Earl Piercy present word, He would prevent the sport. The English Earl not fearing him, Did to the wood resort, With twenty hundred bowmen bold, All chosen men of might; Who knew full well in time of need, To aim their shafts aright. The gallant grey-hounds swiftly ran, To chase the fallow deer. On Monday they began to hunt, When day-light did appear; And, long before high-noon, they had An hundred fat bucks slain; Then having din’d the rovers went To rouse them up again.