Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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He lifted up that noble lord,                                         *
Wi' the saut tear in his ee; He hid him in the braken bush,
That his merrie-men might not see.
The moon was clear, the day drew near,
The spears in flinders flew,                                      no
But mony a gallant Englishman Ere day the Scotsmen slew.
The Gordons good, in English blood They steep'd their hose and shoon;
The Lindsays flew like fire about,                             us
Till all the fray was done.
The Percy and Montgomery met,
That either of other were fain ; They swapped swords, and they twa swat,
And aye the blood ran down between.                120
" Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy," he said, " Or else I vow I'll lay thee low! "
" To whom must I yield," quoth Earl Percy, " Now that I see it must be so ? "
" Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,               ias
Nor yet shalt thou yield to me ; But yield thee to the braken bush,
That grows upon yon lilye lee."