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He had a bent bow 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 goosc-wings that were therein,
In his heart’s 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 Percy there was slain,
Sir John of Agerton,
Sir Robert Ratcliff and Sir John,
Sir James that bold Baron.
Sir George, and also good Sir Hughi,
Both Knights of good account,
Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain,
Whose prowess 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 wculd never flee!
Sir Charles Murray of Ratcliff too,
His sister's son was be;
Sir David Lomb, so well esteem’d,
Yet saved could not be.
And the Lord Maxwell, him likewise
Did with Earl Douglas die,
