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They took [their stand] on either hand By the [lee] light of the moon ;
Many had no strength for to stand In Cheviot the hills abune.
Of fifteen hundred archers of England Went away but seventy-and-three ;
Of twenty hundred spearmen of Scotland But even five-and-fifty.
There was slain with the bold Percye
Sir John of Agerstoune, Sir Roger, the hende Hartley,
Sir William, the bold Herone.
Sir George, the worthy Loumlye,
A knight of great renown, Sir Ralph, the riche Rabye,
With dints were beaten down.
L For Witherington my heart was woe
That ever he slain should be: For when both his legs were hewn in two
Yet he kneel'd and fought on his knee.
There was slayn with the doughty Douglas
Sir Hugh the Montgomerye, Sir Davy Lambwell, that worthy was,
His sister's son was he.
lee] fair, bright. hende] courteous, gentle.