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A deepe and deadlye blow;

Who never sayd more words then these,

“Fight on my merrymen all!

For why, my life is att an end,

Lord Percy sees my fall.”

Then leaving liffe, Erle Percy tooke

The dead man by the hand;

And said, “Erle Douglas! for thy sake

Wold I had lost my land!

“O Christ! my verry hart doth bleed

For sorrow for thy sake!

For sure, a more redoubted Knight,

Mischance cold never take!”

A Knight amongst the Scotts there was,

Which saw Erle Douglas dye,

Who streight in hart did vow revenge

Upon the Lord Percye.

Sir Hugh Mountgomerye was he called,

Who, with a spere full bright,

Well mounted on a gallant steed,

Ran feircly through the fight,

And past the English archers all,

Without all dread or feare,

And through Erle Percyes body then

He thrust his hatfull spere,

With such a vehement force and might,

That his body he did gore,

The staff ran through the other side

A large cloth yard and more.

Thus did both those nobles dye,

Whose courage none cold staine,

An English archer then perceived