History of the Battle of Otterburn: Fought in 1388 : with Memoirs of the Warriors who Engaged in that Memorable Conflict (Google eBook)

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J.R. Smith, 1857 - Otterburn, Battle of, 1388 - 188 pages
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Page 161 - And he that had a bonnie boy, Sent out his horse to grass; And he that had not a bonnie boy, His ain servant he was. But up then spake a little page, Before the peep of dawn: ' O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord, For Percy's hard at hand.
Page 184 - Like tidings to King Henry came Within as short a space, That Percy of Northumberland Was slain in Chevy-Chase: "Now God be with him...
Page 150 - My trowth I plyght to the. A pype of wyne he gave them over the walles, For soth, as I yow saye : Ther he mayd the Dowglas drynke, And all hys oste that daye.
Page 132 - Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe, Call it the Battell of Otterburn. At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a monnyn day: Ther was the dougghte Doglas slean, The Perse never went away.
Page 180 - Bore down on every side. Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound ; But still our valiant Englishmen All firmly kept their ground. And throwing...
Page 161 - I." He belted on his guid braid sword, And to the field he ran; But he forgot the helmet good, That should have kept his brain. When Percy wi the Douglas met, I wat he was fu fain! They swakked their swords, till sair they swat, And the blood ran down like rain. But Percy with his good broad sword, That could so sharply wound, Has wounded Douglas on the brow, Till he fell to the ground. Then he calld on his little foot-page, And said "Run speedilie, And fetch my ain dear sister's son, Sir Hugh...
Page 182 - Ran fiercely through the fight; And past the English archers all, Without a dread or fear; And through Earl Percy's body then He thrust his hateful spear; With such vehement force and might He did his body gore, The staff ran through the other side A large cloth-yard and more.
Page 170 - Many a doughete the garde to dy, Which ganyde them no pryde. The Yngglishe men let thear bowys be, And pulde owt brandes that wer bright; It was a hevy syght to se Bryght swordes on basnites lyght. Thorowe ryche male, and myne-ye-ple Many sterne the stroke downe streght: Many a freyke, that was full free, Ther undar foot dyd lyght.
Page 166 - Be my feth," sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn, " I wyll let that hontyng, yf that I may.
Page 182 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long Up to the head drew he...

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