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40 THE HUNTING OP THE CHEVIOT.
For Wetharryngton my harte was wo,
That ever he slayne shulde be; ia
For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, Yet he knyled and fought on hys kny.
Ther was slayne with the dougheti Duglas,
Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry, Sir Davy Lwdale, that worthe was, ra
His sistars son was he :
His Charls a Murre in that place,
That never a foot wolde fle ; Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was,
With the Doglas dyd he dey. iso
So on the morrowe the mayde them byears
Off birch and hasell so gray; Many wedous with wepyng tears
Cam to fach ther makys away.
Tivydale may carpe off care, 133
Northombarlond may mayk grat mon,
For towe such captayns as slayne wear thear, On the March-perti shall never be non.
Word ys commen to Eddenburrowe,
To Jamy the Skottishe kyng, ho
That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches,
He lay slean Chyviot with-in. |
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125. Lwdale, i. e. Liddel. |
132. gay. |
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