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He set upon the lord Percy
A dint that was full sore ; With a sure spear of a mighty tree
Thro' the body him he bore, O' the t'other side that a man might see
A large cloth-yard and more.
An archer of Northumberland
Saw slain was the lord Percye : He bare a bent bow in his hand,
Was made of a trusty tree.
An arrow that was a cloth-yard long
To the hard steel haled he, A dint that was both sad and sair
He set on Montgomerye.
The dint it was both sad and sair
That he on Montgomerye set; The swan-feathers that his arrow bare
With his heart-blood they were wet.
There was never a freyke one foot would flee,
But still in stoure did stand; Hewing on each other, while they might dree,
With many a baleful brand.
This battle began in Cheviot
An hour before the noon, And when the even-song bell was rung
The battle was not half done.
dint] stroke, lunge. haled] pulled. stoure] press of
battle. dree] endure.