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 54 BALLADS

So thus did both these nobles dye, Whose courage none could staine !

An English archer then perceived The noble Erie was slaine :

He had a bow bent in his hand,

Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long

Up to the head drew he;

Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye

So right the shaft he set, The grey goose-winge that was thereon

In his heart's bloode was wet.

This fight did last from breake of day

Till setting of the sun; For when they rung the evening-bell,

The battle scarce was done.

THE SLAIN

With stout Erie Percy, there was slaine

Sir John of Egerton, Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,

Sir James, that bold baron;

And with Sir George and stout Sir James, Both knights of good account,

Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slaine, Whose prowesse did surmount.

For Witherington needs must I wayle, As one in doleful dumpes ;

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