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 Of fifteen hundred Scottish men, Went home but fifty three. Of twenty hundred Englishmen, Scarce fifty five did flee; The rest was slain at Chevy-chase, Under the green-wood tree. Next day did many widows come, Their husbands to bewail, They washed their wounds in brinish tears, But all could not prevail. Their bodies bath’d in purple blood, They carried them away, They kiss’d them dead a thousand times, When they were cold as clay. The news were brought to Edinburgh, Where Scotland’s king did reign, That brave Earl Douglas suddenly Was with an arrow slain. Now, God be with him, said our king, Sith ’twill no better be; I trust I have in my realm, Five hundred good as he. Like tidings to king Henry came, Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland, Was slain at Chevy-chase. Of heavy news, king Henry said, England can witness be, I have not any captain more, Of such account as he. Now, of the rest of small account, Did many hundreds die; Thus ends the Battle of Chevy-chase, Made by the Earl Piercy.