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Then the wild thoro' the woodes went
On every side shear; Grayhounds thoro' the greves glent
For to kill their deer, vn This began on Cheviot the hills abune
Early on a Monenday ; By that it drew to the hour of noon
A hundred fat harts dead there lay.
They blew a mort upon the bent,
They 'sembled on sides shear ; To the quarry then the Percy went
To the brittling of the deer.
He said, ' It was the Douglas' promise
This day to meet me here; But I wist he would fail, verament! '
—A great oath the Percy sware. x At the last a squire of Northumberland
Looked at his hand full nigh ; He was ware o' the doughty Douglas coming,
With him a great meinye.
Both with spear, bill and brand,—
'Twas a mighty sight to see; Hardier men both of heart nor hand
Were not in Christiante.
wild] game, deer. shear] several greves] groves.
glent] glanced, darted. mort] death of the deer. quarry]
dead game. brittling] cutting up.