33^1. fferae.
33^3. 7.
35^3, 43^3. 9.
36 _is perhaps out of place._
36^1. lies _for_ lay?
37. Part II.
41^1. they _for_ the.
41^3. strokes.
44^4. sumke.
47^2. Weate _I cannot emend_.
48^4. 60.
49^3. fformost.
49^4. 80: Andirwes.
52^3. 300[li :].
53^1, 56^1. _perhaps_ swarned: _Furnivall_.
55^3. 600[li .].
57^{3,4}. _three follows four: transposed for rhyme._
64^4. they _for_ the.
65^4. _Only half the_ n _of_ againe _in the MS.: Furnivall_.
68^3. 18.
70^3. 300.
71^2. meanye _for_ main.
71^4. againe they came.
75^{3,4}. 2.
76^2. paime.
79^3. 500[li .].
81^3. 100[li :].
#B. a.#
The Relation of the life and death of Sir Andrew Barton, a Pyrate
and Rover on the Seas.
The tune is, Come follow my love.
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and J. Wright [1655–80].
13^1. ly _in_ Horsly _is worn or torn away, and so is_ to _in the
next line_.
20^3. But ever.
24^1. the Lord he: #c#, #g#, my Lord he: _the others_, the
merchant.
26^4. Can S. A. B. pass by. _So all but_ #h#.
28^4. beam.
33, 34 _follow_ 36.
38^2. to _for_ do.
45^2. Thus.
47^3. _Cut off: supplied from_ #b#, #c#.
53^3. Sir Andrews, _and so_ #b#, #c#, #d#.
54^2. all _supplied from_ #c#.
63^3. bright _for_ hight.
64^3. ey _of_ they _cut off, and_ land _in the following line_.
#b.#
A True Relation, _etc._ Tune is, _etc._
Printed for J. Wright, J. Clarke, W. Thackeray, and T. Passinger
[1670–82?].
_From a transcript made for Bishop Percy, who has in a few places
made corrections which are not always easily distinguished from
those of the copyist._
5^2. to his.
10^1. great _changed to_ good.
13^2. To seek: good speed.
14^4. Of: I _wanting_.
15^4. was stormy.
16^3. But one: there he ‘spy’d.
17^4. did _inserted by Percy, but perhaps in the text_.
18^1. him _wanting_.
20^3. over well.
20^4. but _wanting_.
21^1. did sail.
22^1. deps.
23^1. [Lord] _wanting_.
24^1. the merchant.
25^3. pieces of ordnance.
28^4. beams.
29^3. twix.
33, 34 _follow_ 36.
33^4. [may] _wanting_.
36^1. is men.
36^3. And again.
38^2. to _for_ do.
38^4, 44^4. breath.
44^4. a shilling.
47^3. But Horsly soon prevented him.
49^4. if thou.
53^1. said he.
53^3. Sir: _corrected by Percy to_ St.
54^1. hear.
54^2. [all] _wanting_.
57^4. unto the.
59^4. never _wanting_.
61^2. lieu.
63^2. shall.
63^3. hight.
64^3. they.
64^4. land.
#c.#
A true Relation, _etc._ The tune is, _etc._
Printed for F. Coles, T. Vere, and W. Gilbertson. [1648–80. Coles,
Vere, Wright, and Gilbertson _are found together as early as_
1655.]
4^1. An’t like.
5^3. lord in all.
8^2. In place wheresoever.
8^3. on shore.
11^3. year.
13^2. To see.
14^3. the _wanting_.
18^1. him _wanting_.
20^3. ever: knew.
21^3. with _wanting_.
21^4. wares.
23^2. that villain.
24^1. my Lord he.
24^4. you little know.
26^1. for her.
31^2. to his.
33, 34 _follow_ 36.
33^2. streamers.
34^2. ride _for_ rise.
35^3. Although.
36^1. he on.
36^3. come.
38^2. do stand.
39^2. care _for_ scare.
39^4. fifty.
41^3. shot it.
41^4. five _for_ fifty.
42^4. but yesterday.
44^4. shilling bred.
45^1. then swarded he.
46^2. son: no more.
47^3. _As in #b#._
49^2. that thine.
49^4. a _wanting_.
53^3. Sir Andrews.
54^2. them all sore.
57^3. he _wanting_.
59^3. are come safely to the shore.
62^2. half crown.
63^2. there shalt thou.
63^3. hight.
63^4. he hath deserved.
64^2. to this.
#d#, #e#, #f#.
_Title as in_ #b.# Tune, Come follow my love, etc.
#d.#
Printed by and for W. O[nley], and sold by the Booksellers of
Pye-corner and London-Bridge. [1650–1702.]
#e.#
Printed by and for W. O., and sold by C. Bates at the Sun and
Bible in Pye-corner.
#f.#
Printed by and for W. O., and sold by the booksellers.
#d# _and_ #e# _are dated in the Museum Catalogue_ 1670; #f.# 1672.
2^1. a hunting.
5^1. turning.
5^2. #d#, #e#. to his.
6^1. Charles Lord Howard.
7^1. #d#, #e#. speak, #f.# spoke.
8^1. Scotch.
13^2. with good.
15^4. the _wanting_.
16^1. #f.# the _wanting_.
16^2. #f.# no _wanting_.
16^3. But one: there he.
18^1. him _wanting_.
20^1. to him _wanting_.
20^3. over well.
20^4. but _wanting_.
21^1. did sail.
22^2. doth: _but_ And _means_ if.
23^1. Lord Howard.
23^2. but _wanting_.
23^3. And e’ry.
24^1. the merchant.
24^4. you think.
25^3. pieces of ordnance.
27^2. stranger.
28^4. beams.
29^3. twixt six and seven _wanting_.
30^1. #d#, #e#. set as. #f.# I set as.
33, 34 _follow_ 36.
33^4. I may.
34^2. did _wanting_.
34^3. at last.
34^4. as a foe did.
36^3. And ere.
37^2. #e.# By his.
38^2. how thy word do.
38^3. shall.
38^4. #f.# breath.
40^3. greatly fear.
43^2. Unto the.
43^4. For he: feard.
44^2. #d#, #e#. now stand. #f.# now _wanting_.
44^4. #d#, #e#. a shilling, #f#. shilling’s breath.
45^1. swerved.
45^4. #f.# under his.
47^3. _As in #b#, #c#._
48^4. arrows.
49^2. See thou thy arrows.
49^4. if thou speedst: make the[e] knight.
52^4. #f.# with _wanting_.
53^1. he said.
53^2. #e.# inwe.
53^3. Sir Andrews.
54^2. all full sore.
56^4. were.
58^1. unto _for_ then to.
59^4. never had.
61^1. #f.# merchant therefore the king he said.
63^3. hight.
63^4. #e.# this girle. #f.# this act.
64^1. #f.# Ninety pound.
#g.#
A true Relation, etc. To the tune of Come follow me, love.
London, Printed for E. W.
_This copy has been considerably corrected, and only a part of the
variations is given._
2^2. of _wanting_.
2^3. mountaines.
3^2. with swiftest.
4^1. An’t like.
5^2. to his.
5^3. in all my.
11^4. One _for_ And.
14^4. shilling.
16^2. No more then dayes in number three.
18^1. him _wanting_.
20^1. said and sighd.
20^2. a g. m. and a w.
20^3. over.
20^4. For I.
21^3. with _wanting_.
23^1. Lord Howard.
23^2. that _for_ the.
23^3. for one.
24^1. my Lord, quoth he.
26^1. beams from her.
28^4. beames.
32^4. weight (_that is_, wight) _for_ knight.
33^2. streamers.
33^4. I may.
34^2. ride.
34^4. he _wanting_.
35, 36 _wanting._
38^2. do stand.
38^4. bred.
39^4. fifty.
41^4. five.
42^4. but yesterday.
43^1. on one Gordion.
45^1. then swarmed.
48^2. this stout.
49^2. See that thy arrow.
49^4. if thou: thee knight.
53^2. stand in no awe.
53^3. S. Andrew’s.
54^2. them all full sore.
55^4. moe.
56^3. I would forsweare.
57^4. the king.
59^2. in this ship with me.
59^3. to shore.
59^4. never had.
60^3. paine.
63^2. there shalt thou.
63^4. his title he hath deserved.
64^2. to this.
64^4. king his land.
Old Ballads, 1723, _and_ Roxburghe, III, 726, _have_ Iris _for
the_ Neptune _of_ #B#, _in_ 1^3; Charles Lord Howard _in_ 6^1;
Ninety pounds _in_ 64^1.
#h.#
_This being a Scottish copy, and the variations also numerous, it
seems advisable to give the whole text rather than only the
divergent readings. The transcript may be inferred, from
passages phonetically misrendered, to have been made from
recitation or reading, more probably from recitation, since many
of the differences from the printed copies are of the sort which
are made by reciters; that is, immaterial expressions are
imperfectly remembered; and again, 16^2 is adopted from popular
ballad phraseology, and, as already observed, the stanza
following 50 is borrowed from_ ‘Adam Bell.’ _Cases of writing
sound for sense are_ 4^3, makes us squails _for_ makes us quail;
7^3, I quitted all _for_ No whit at all; 48^2, The spirit _for_
This pĭrate; 61^3, A nobler day _for_ A noble a day. _Verses of
25, 26 have been interchanged. 8, 9^{3,4}, 10^{1,2}, 21, 28, 29,
30, 32, 36, 44, 49, 52^{2,3,4}, 53^1 are wanting. 33, 34 are in
the right order. It is a little surprising that a Scottish copy
should have_ Sir Andrew Cross _for_ St Andrew’s cross, 53^3.
#a-d# _have_ Sir Andrews Cross.
1
When Febus, with her fragrant flours,
bedect the earth so trim and gay,
And Neptan, with his denty shours,
came to present the month o May,
2
King Hendry would a hunting ride,
and over the river Thames past he,
Unto a mountain-top also
he walkd, some pleasures to espy.
3
There fortie merchants he espy’d,
with fiftie sail, come towards him;
No sooner there they were arrived
but on their knees they did complain.
4
‘My lodge,’ said they, ‘we cannot sail
to France nor Spain, for to be sure;
Sir Andrew Barton makes us squails,
and berubs (?) us of our merchant-wair.’
5
The king was grievd and turnd him,
said to his lords of high degree,
Is there not a lord in my realm
can fetch yon traitor unto me?
6
Then out bespoke Lord Charles Howard,
and says, My ludge, with heart and hand,
If that you’l give me leave, said he,
I will perform what you command.
7
But out bespoke King Hendrie:
‘I fear, my lord, you are too young;’
‘I quitted all, my lodge,’ said he,
‘for I think to prove one valient strong.’
9^{1,2}
‘A hundred men out of my realm
shall for this service chosen be,
10^{3,4}
And they, at thy command and will,
in all affairs, shall wait on thee.’
11
The king calld on a gunner then,
whose age was ‘bove three score and ten;
He was the best in that realm,
and Petter Simon height his name.
[#A# 12]
‘Now Peter,’ said he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,
to fetch a traitor with good speed,
And over a hundred gunners good
I’ve chosen thee to be the head.’
[#A# 13]
‘My lodge,’ says he, ‘if he have chosen me
oer a hundred men to be the head,
Upon mine mast I hangd shall be,
if I mess twelve score on a shilling breadth.’
12
My lord calld on a bow-man then,
whose hands and acts had gained fame;
He was the best in that realm,
and William Horsley height his name.
13
‘Now Horsley,’ says he, ‘wee’r bound to sea,
to fetch a traitor wi good speed,
And over a hundred archers good
I’ve chosen thee to be the head.’
14
‘My lord,’ sais he, ‘if ye hae chosen me
oer a hundred men to be the head,
Upon my mast I hangd shall be,
if I mess twelve score a shilling breadth.’
15
Lord Howard he’s gone to the wars,
wi muckle mirth and merrie cheer;
He was not curbd with winters cold,
tho it was the stormy time a year.
16
He had not been upon the seas,
no not a day but only three,
Till he espy’d Sir Hendry Hunt,
a merchant of Newcastle he.
17
A peice of ordinance was shot,
which straitly charged him to stand;
Demanding of him from whence he came,
and where he was intend to land.
18
The merchant he made answer then,
with a heavy heart and carefull mind,
‘If it please Your Grace, my ship belongs
unto Newcastle upon Tine.’
19
‘Canst thou but show me,’ said the lord,
’as those did sail by day or night,
A Scotish rubber on the seas,
whose name’s Sir Andrew Burton, knight?’
20
The merchant sighd, and said, Alas!
full over well I do him know;
Good keep you frae his tiranie!
for I was his prisoner yesterday.
22
And muckle debt, God knows, I owe,
if every man would crave his oun;
But I am bound for London nou,
of our gracious king to beg a bon.
23
‘Wilt you go with me,’ said the lord,
‘and once that villain let me see,
For every pennie he’s from thee taen
I double the same wi shillings three.’
24
But the merchant sighd, and said, Alas!
I fear, my lord, your aims you miss;
Good keep you frae his tiranie!
for little you ken what a man he is.
25^1
For he’s brass within and steel without,
26^2
and his great ship’s mighty hugie high,
So that neither English nor Portugees
can pass Sir Andrew Burton by.
26^1
And he has beams for his top-castle
25^2
which is both mighty huge and strong;
He has eighteen peice of ordinance
he carries on each side along.
27
‘Bad news thou tells,’ then said the lord,
‘to welcome strangers to the sea;
But as I have said, I’ll bring him abord,
or into Scotland he’s carry me.’
31
So the merchant set my lord a glass,
that well appeared in his eye,
And the morning, as his promise was,
he did Sir Andrew Burton see.
33
‘Fetch me my lyon out of hand,
set up our rose on streamers high;
Set up likewise a willie wand,
that merchant like we may pass by.’
34
Thus bravely did Lord Howard pass,
upon an anchor rose so high;
No topsail at last he did upcast,
but like a foe did him defie.
35
Sir Andrew Barton, seeing him
thus scornfull-like for to pass by,
As tho he cared not a pin
for him and all his company,
37
Sir Andrew Barton gave a shott
which did Lord Howard muckle dear;
For it came so hotly in at his deck
killd fifteen of his men a ware.
38
My lord calld on o’ Petter Seymore,
says, See thy words does stand in steed;
For upon main-mast thou hangd shall be,
if thou miss twelve score a shilling breed.
39
Then Petter Symore gave a shot
which did Sir Andrew muckle scarr;
It came so hotly in his deck
killd fifty of his men a ware.
40
Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,
‘and aye alas, and woe’s me!
This is some lord, I greatly fear,
that is set out to conquer me.’
41
Then Hendry Hunt, with rigor hot,
came bravely on the other side;
He shot so hotly in at his deck
killd fiftie of his men beside.
42
Then ‘Out, alas!’ Sir Andrew cryes,
‘what can a man now do or say?
This merchant thief it percies me,
he was my prisoner yesterday.’
43
Sir Andrew calld on Gordon then,
and bad him to top-castle go
And strive to let his beems doun fall,
for he greatly feard an overthrow.
45
Then up mass’-tree then climed he,
that stout and mighty Gordon;
But Horsley soon prevented him,
and shot him in at collar-bone.
46
Sir Andrew calld his nephew then;
says, Sisters son I hi nè mae;
A hundred pounds I’ll to thee give
if thou’l up to top-castle gae.
47
Then up mast-tree then climed he,
from of the deck for to depart;
But Horsley soon prevented him,
and deadly peirced him to the heart.
48
His men being slain, then up amain
the spirit proud did climb wi speed;
Armour of proof he did put on,
and of arrows dint he had nè dread.
50
Then up mast-tree then climbed he,
the spirit proud did climb amain;
But Horsley hat him upon the breast,
till his arrow did return again.
‘Foul fà the hands,’ says Horsley then,
‘this day that did that coat put on!
For had it been as thin as mine,
thy last days had been at an end.’
51
But Horsley spy’d a private part,
with a canie hand and secret art,
And his arrows swiftly flew amain,
and pierced Sir Andrew to the heart.
52^1
‘Fight on, fight on, my mirrie men all,
53^2
and of English rogues stand ye nè aw;
But stand fast by Sir Andrew cross
till that ye hear my whistle blà.’
54
But they never heard his whistle blà,
which made them mightyly to dread;
Say Horsley, My lord, we’ll go abord,
for now I know Sir Andrew’s dead.
55
Then boarded they this great ship then,
with muckle might and a’ their main,
And in her was eighteen score o Scots alive,
besides there mony maē were slain.
56
My lord went where Sir Andrew lay,
and hastely cut of his head:
‘I’d forsake England this mony a day,
if thou were alive as thou art dead.’
57
So Lord Howard he’s come from the wars,
with muckle mirth and triumphing,
And the pirot’s head he brought along,
for to present unto their king.
58
But out bespoke King Hendry,
before he knew well what was done:
‘Bring here to me that villain strong,
that I mysell may give the doom.’
59
‘Ye may be thankfà,’ said the lord,
‘at what is done, my ludge,’ said he,
‘That we’r returned alive again;
for ye’d never such an enemy.
60
‘There’s Hendry Hunt, and Petter Symore,
and William Horsley, and Petter’s son;
Therefore reward them for their pain,
for they did service at their turn.’
61
The king he said to Hendry Hunt,
‘For every pennie he’s from the tane,
A nobler day I’l to thee give,
and Sir Andrew’s whistle and his chain.
62
‘A croun a day to Petter Symore,
and half a croun to Petter’s son;
And that was for the shots they gave,
which bravely brought Sir Andrew doun.
63
‘Horsley, I’l make of thee a knight,
and in Yorkshire thou shall dwell;
Lord Howard shall Earl Bewry height,
for the tittle he deserves full well.
64
‘Seven rosenobles to our English men,
which in the feight did stoutly stand,
And twelve pence a day unto the Scots,
till they come to my broth_e_r king’s land.’
* * * * *
38^1. on O’. o’ _may mean_ old.
62 _follows_ 63.
168
FLODDEN FIELD
From Deloney’s Pleasant History of John Winchcomb, in his younger
yeares called Jacke of Newberie, etc., London, 1633; reprinted by J.
O. Halliwell, London, 1859, p. 48.
Printed in Ritson’s Ancient Songs, 1790, p. 115; Evans’s Old Ballads,
1810, III, 55.
A booke called Jack of Newbery was entered to Thomas Millington, March
7, 1597: Arber, Stationers’ Registers, III, 81. The edition of 1633, the
earliest which Mr Halliwell-Phillipps had met with, was the ninth,
published by Cuthbert Wright. The author has introduced several pieces
of verse into his tale, two of them popular ballads, ‘The Fair Flower of
Northumberland’ and this of Flodden, of which Deloney says, “in disgrace
of the Scots, and in remembrance of the famous atchieved historie, the
commons of England made this song, which to this day is not forgotten of
many:” p. 47.
King James has made a vow to be in London on St James’s day. Queen
Margaret begs him to keep faith with her brother Henry, and reminds him
that England is hard to win; for which James says she shall die. Lord
Thomas Howard, the queen’s chamberlain, comes to the defence of his
mistress, but the king in his rage declares that he shall be hanged and
she burned as soon as he comes back. But James never came back; he was
slain at Bramstone Green with twelve thousand of his men.
1, 2. St James’s day is selected, as being the king’s. King James’s
letter to King Henry is dated the 26th of July, the day following St
James’s day, and the Scottish herald delivered it in France, and
announced war to the king of England, in consequence of the
unsatisfactory answer, on the 12th of August, or shortly before.
3–5. Queen Margaret’s remonstrance is historical. James, says Lindsay,
would “give no credence to no counsel, sign nor token that made against
his purpose, but refused all godly counsel which was for the weal of his
crown and country; neither would he use any counsel of his wise and
prudent wife, Margaret, queen of Scotland, for no prayer nor
supplication that she could make him.... She assured him, if he past in
England at that time, that he would get battle. Yet this wise and loving
counsel could not be taken in good part by him, because she was the king
of England’s sister.” Cronicles, 1814, p. 267 f.
6. The Earl of Surrey, uncle by marriage to Margaret Tudor, had the
charge of escorting her to Scotland in 1503, and this is ground enough
for the ballad’s making him her chamberlain ten years later.
8. “This battle was called the Field of Flodden by the Scotsmen and
Brankston [Bramstone] by the Englishmen, because it was stricken on the
hills of Flodden beside a town called Brankston; and was stricken the
ninth day of September, 1513.” Lesley, History, 1830, p. 96.
10. Hall says that the English slew “twelve thousand, at the least, of
the best gentlemen and flower of Scotland.” The gazette of the battle
(Pinkerton’s History, II, 457), Polydore Vergil, and modern Scottish
historians, say ten thousand. Among these were twelve earls, thirteen
lords, and many other persons of high rank.
12. ‘Iack with a feather’ is said in contempt of the Scottish king’s
levity or foolhardiness. “Then was the body bowelled, embawmed and
cered:” Hall, p. 564, ed. 1809. “His body was bowelled, rebowelled, and
enclosed in lead,” “lapped in lead:” Stowe, Chronicle, p. 494 b, ed.
1631; Survey, Book III, p. 81 a, ed. 1710. Fair Rosamond’s bones, when
they were exhumed at Godstow, says Leland, were closed in lead and
within that closed in leather: Dugdale’s Monasticon, ed. 1823, IV, 365,
No VIII.
In the letter sent to Henry VIII in France James included the slaughter
of Andrew Barton among the unredressed grievances of which he had to
complain. A few days before the battle of Flodden, Lord Thomas Howard,
then admiral, used the occasion of his father’s dispatching a herald to
the King of Scots to say that “inasmuch as the said king had divers and
many times caused the said lord to be called at days of true to make
redress for Andrew Barton, a pirate of the sea long before that
vanquished by the same Lord Admiral, he was now come, in his own proper
person, to be in the vanguard of the field, to justify the death of the
said Andrew against him and all his people, and would see what could be
laid to his charge the said day:” Hall’s Chronicle, ed. 1809, p. 558.
There is a slight resemblance in one or two particulars, such as might
be expected from similarity of circumstances, between this ballad and
‘Durham Field.’ In the latter the King of Scots swears that he will hold
his parliament in leeve London, st. 6. A squire warns him that there are
bold yeomen in England; the king is angry, draws his sword, and kills
the squire, 7–9. In ‘Scotish Ffeilde,’ Percy Folio, Hales and Furnivall,
I, 217,[217] the French king says there is nothing left in England save
millers and mass-priests, v. 109; and in the poem on Flodden, reprinted
by Weber, and recently by Federer,[218] Lord Home makes this same
assertion, Weber, p. 10, 187–92; Federer, p. 8, sts 46, 47. Cf. ‘Durham
Field,’ p. 282.
The forged manuscript formerly in the possession of J. Payne Collier,
containing thirty ballads alleged to be of the early part of the
seventeenth century, has for the second piece in the volume a transcript
of this ballad, with variations.
The battle of Flodden called out a great deal of verse. The most notable
pieces are two already referred to, and a third which will be given here
in an appendix; the less important will be found in Weber’s volume.
1
King Jamie hath made a vow,
Keepe it well if he may!
That he will be at lovely London
Upon Saint James his day.
2
‘Upon Saint James his day at noone,
At faire London will I be,
And all the lords in merrie Scotland,
They shall dine there with me.’
3
Then bespake good Queene Margaret,
The teares fell from her eye:
‘Leave off these warres, most noble king,
Keepe your fidelitie.
4
‘The water runnes swift and wondrous deepe,
From bottome unto the brimme;
My brother Henry hath men good enough;
England is hard to winne.’
5
‘Away,’ quoth he, ‘with this silly foole!
In prison fast let her lie:
For she is come of the English bloud,
And for these words she shall dye.’
6
With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,
The queenes chamberlaine that day:
‘If that you put Queene Margaret to death,
Scotland shall rue it alway.’
7
Then in a rage King Jamie did say,
‘Away with this foolish mome!
He shall be hanged, and the other be burned,
So soone as I come home.’
8
At Flodden Field the Scots came in,
Which made our English men faine;
At Bramstone Greene this battaile was seene,
There was King Jamie slaine.
9
Then presently the Scots did flie,
Their cannons they left behind;
Their ensignes gay were won all away,
Our souldiers did beate them blinde.
10
To tell you plaine, twelve thousand were slaine
That to the fight did stand,
And many prisoners tooke that day,
The best in all Scotland.
11
That day made many [a] fatherlesse child,
And many a widow poore,
And many a Scottish gay lady
Sate weeping in her bower.
12
Jack with a feather was lapt all in leather,
His boastings were all in vaine;
He had such a chance, with a new morrice-dance,
He never went home againe.
* * * * *
3^1. he spake.
_The copy followed by Ritson puts st. 11 after 5. The principal
variations of the Collier copy may be given, though they are
without authority or merit._
_After 2_:
March out, march out, my merry men,
Of hie or low degree;
I’le weare the crowne in London towne,
And that you soone shall see.
4^4. To venture life and limme.
Then doe not goe from faire Scotland,
But stay thy realm within;
Your power, I weene, is all to weake,
And England hard to winne.
5^1. this sillie mome.
7^2. this other mome.
_After 8_:
His bodie never could be found,
When he was over throwne,
And he that wore faire Scotlands crowne
That day could not be knowne.
_For 12, to adapt the piece to the seventeenth century_:
Now heaven we laude that never more
Such tiding shall come to hand;
Our king, by othe, is king of both
England and faire Scotland.
APPENDIX
FLODDEN FIELD
#a.# ‘Flodden Ffeilde,’ Percy MS., p. 117; Hales and Furnivall, I,
313. #b.# Harleian MS. 293, fol. 55. #c.# Harleian MS. 367, fol.
120.