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'God have mercy on his soul,' said King Harry,
' Good Lord, if thy will it be ! I've a hundred captains in England,' he said,
' As good as ever was he: Eut Percy, an I brook my &c,
Thy death well quit shall be.'
And as our King made his avow
Like a noble prince of renown, For Percy he did it well perform
After, on Homble-down ;
Where six-and-thirty Scottish knights
On a day were beaten down ; Glendale glitter'd on their armour bright
Over castle, tower and town.
This was the Hunting of the Cheviot;
That e'er began this spurn ! Old men, that knowen the ground well,
Call it of Otterburn.
There was never a time on the Marche-partes Since the Douglas and Percy met,
But 'tis marvel an the red blood run not As the reane does in the street.
brook] retain. Glendale] one of the six c wards ' of
Northumberland. Homildon was here. spurn] fray (?).
reane] gutter. 674