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The Persè owt off Northombarlonde,
and avowe to God mayd he
That he wold hunte in the mowntayns
off Chyviat within days thre,
In the magger of doughtè Dogles,
and all that euer with him be.

The fattiste hartes in all Cheviat
he sayd he wold kyll, and cary them away:
‘Be my feth,’ sayd the dougheti Doglas agayn,
‘I wyll let that hontyng yf that I may.’

Then the Persè owt off Banborowe cam,
with him a myghtee meany,
With fifteen hondrith archares bold;
the wear chosen owt of shyars thre.

This begane on a Monday at morn,
in Cheviat the hillys so he;
The chylde may rue that ys vn-born,
it wos the mor pittè.

The dryvars thorowe the woodees went,
for to reas the dear;
Bomen byckarte vppone the bent
with ther browd aros cleare.

Then the wyld thorowe the woodees went,
on euery sydè shear;
Greahondes thorowe the grevis glent,
for to kyll thear dear.

This begane in Chyviat the hyls abone,
yerly on a Monnyn-day;
Be that it drewe to the oware off none,
a hondrith fat hartees ded ther lay.

The blewe a mort vppone the bent,
the semblyde on sydis shear;
To the quyrry then the Persè went,
to se the bryttlynge off the deare.

He sayd, It was the Duglas promys
this day to met me hear;
But I wyste he wolde faylle, verament;
a great oth the Persè swear.

At the laste a squyar off Northomberlonde
lokyde at his hand full ny;
He was war a the doughetie Doglas commynge,
with him a myghttè meany.

Both with spear, bylle, and brande,
yt was a myghtti sight to se;
Hardyar men, both off hart nor hande,
wear not in Cristiantè.

The wear twenti hondrith spear-men good,
withoute any feale;
The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde,
yth bowndees of Tividale.

‘Leave of the brytlyng of the dear,’ he sayd,
and to your bowys lock ye tayk good hede;
For neuer sithe ye wear on your mothars borne
had ye neuer so mickle nede.’

The dougheti Dogglas on a stede,
he rode alle his men beforne;
His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede;
a boldar barne was never born.

‘Tell me whos men ye ar,’ he says,
’or whos men that ye be:
Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays,
in the spyt of myn and of me.’

The first mane that ever him an answear mayd,
yt was the good lord Persè:
‘We wyll not tell the whoys men we ar,’ he says,
’Nor whos men that we be;
But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,
in the spyt of thyne and of the.

‘The fattiste hartees in all Chyviat
we haue kyld, and cast to carry them away:’
‘Be my troth,’ sayd the doughetè Dogglas agayn,
’therfor the ton of vs shal de this day.’

Then sayd the doughtè Doglas
unto the lord Perse:
‘To kyll alle thes giltles men,
alas, it wear great pittè!

But, Persè, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contre;
Let all our men vppone a parti stande,
and do the battell off the and of me.’

‘Nowe Cristes cors on his crowne,’ sayd the lorde Persè,
’who-so-euer ther-to says nay!
Be my troth, doughtte Doglas,’ he says,
’Thow shalt neuer se that day.

‘Nethar in Ynglonde, Skottlonde, nar France,
nor for no man of a woman born,
But, and fortune be my chance,
I dar met him, on man for on.’

Then bespayke a squyar off Northombarlonde,
Richard Wytharyngton was him nam;
‘It shal neuer be told in Sothe-Ynglonde,’ he says,
’To Kyng Herry the Fourth for sham.

‘I wat youe byn great lordees twaw,
I am a poor squyar of lande;
I wylle neuer se my captayne fyght on a fylde,
and stande my selffe and loocke on,
But whylle I may my weppone welde,
I wylle not "fayle" both hart and hande.’

That day, that day, that dredfull day!
the first fit here I fynde;
And youe wyll here any mor a the hountynge a the Chyviat,
yet ys ther mor behynde. 

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