The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,
To chase the fallow deere:
On Monday they began to hunt,
Ere daylight did appeare;
And long before high noone they had
An hundred fat buckes slaine;
Then having dined, the drovyers went
To rouse the deere againe.
The bow-men mustered on the hills,
Well able to endure;
Their backsides all, with special care
That day were guarded sure.
The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,
The nimble deere to take,
And with their cryes the hills and dales
An echo shrill did make.
Lord Percy to the quarry went,
To view the slaughtered deere:
Quoth he, 'Erle Douglas promised
This day to meet me here,
But if I thought he wold not come,
No longer wold I stay.'
With that, a brave younge gentleman
Thus to the Erle did say:
'Lo, yonder doth Erle Douglas come,
His men in armour bright;
Full twenty hundred Scottish speares
All marching in our sight;
All men of pleasant Tivydale,
Fast by the river Tweede':
'O, cease your sports,' Erle Percy said,
'And take your bowes with speede;
And now with me, my countrymen,
Your courage forth advance,
For there was never champion yet,
In Scotland or in France,
That ever did on horsebacke come,
But if my hap it were,
I durst encounter man for man,
And with him break a speare.
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