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Sir Charles a Murray in that place, That never a foot would flee :
Sir Hew Maxwell, a lord he was, With the Douglas did he dee.
So on the morrow they made them biers
Of birch and hazel so gray ; Many widows with weeping tears
Came to fetch their makes away.
Teviotdale may carp of care,
Northumberland may make moan,
For two such captains as slain were there On the March-parts shall never be none.
Word is come to Edinboro',
To Jamie the Scottish King, Earl Douglas, lieutenant of the Marches,
Lay slain Cheviot within.
His hands the King did weal and wring, Said, ' Alas ! and woe is me !
Such another captain Scotland within 1' faith shall never be! '
Word is come to lovely London To the fourth Harry, our King,
Lord Percy, lieutenant of the Marches, Lay slain Cheviot within.
makes] mates. carp] talk. weal] clench.
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