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 He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree, An arrow of a cloth-yard’s length, Unto the head drew he; Against Sir Hugh Montgomery then, So right his shaft he set, The grey-goose wings that were therein, In his hearts blood were wet. The fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun; For when they rung the evening bell. The battle scarce was done. With the Lord Piercy there was slain, Sir John of Ogerton, Sir Robert Rateliff, 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 doleful 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 Rateliff too, His sister’s son was he: Sir David Lamb, so well esteem’d, Yet saved could not be. And Lord Maxwell, in likewise, Did with Earl Douglas die.