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Our English archers bent their bows, 105
Their hearts were good and true ;
At the first flight of arrows sent, Full three score Scots they slew.
To drive the deer with hound and horn,
Earl Douglas had the bent; no
A captain mov'd with mickle pride The spears to shivers sent.
They clos'd full fast on every side,
No slacknes there was found; And many a gallant gentleman us
Lay gasping on the ground.
O Christ! it was a grief to see,
And likewise for to hear, The cries of men lying in their gore,
And scatter'd here and there. 120
At last these two stout earls did meet,
Like captains of great might; Like lions mov'd they laid on load,
And made a cruel fight.
They fought until they both did sweat, 125
With swords of temper'd steel; Until the blood, like drops of rain,
They trickling down did feel.
123. Percy has lions wood.