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23 Good Sir Ralph Rabbin there was ſlain,
 * whoſe powers did ſurmount;

For Witherington needs muſt I wail,
 * as one of 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 Currel that from the field
 * one foot would never flee.

Sir Charles Currel of Ratcliff too,
 * his ſiſter's ſon was he,

Sir David Lamb tho ſo eſteem'd,
 * they ſaved could not be.

Of twenty hundred Scottiſh Peers,
 * went home but fifty-three;

The reſt were ſlain in Chevy-Chace,
 * under the greenwood tree.

Next day did many widows come,
 * their husbands to bewail,

They waſh'd their wounds in briny tears
 * yet all would not prevail.

Their bodies bath'd in purple gore,
 * with them they bore away,

And kiſs'd them dead a thouſand times,
 * when they were cold as clay.

The news was brought to Edinbro'
 * Where Scotland's king did reign,

That the earl Douglas ſuddenly,
 * was with an arrow ſlain.

Oh! heavy news, king James did ſay,