Thear was slayne withe the lord Persè, Sir John of Agerstone, Sir Rogar, the hinde Hartly, Sir Wyllyam, the bolde Hearone. Sir Jorg, the worthè Lovele,[L115] 115 A knyght of great renowen, Sir Raff, the ryche Rugbè, With dyntes wear beaten dowene. For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be; 120 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 worthè was,[L125] 125 His sistars son was he: His Charls a Murrè in that place, That never a foot wolde fle; Sir Hewe Maxwell, a lorde he was, With the Doglas dyd he dey. 130 So on the morrowe the mayde them byears Off birch and hasell so gray;[L132] Many wedous with wepyng tears Cam to fach ther makys away. Tivydale may carpe off care, 135 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, 140 That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Merches, He lay slean Chyviot with-in. His handdes dyd he weal and wryng, He sayd, "Alas, and woe ys me!" Such an othar captayn Skotland within, 145 He sayd, ye-feth shuld never be. Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone, Till the fourth Harry our kyng, That lord Persè, leyff-tenante of the Merchis,[L149] He lay slayne Chyviat within. 150 "God have merci on his soll," sayd kyng Harry, "Good lord, yf thy will it be! I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde," he sayd, "As good as ever was he: But Persè, and I brook my lyffe, 155 Thy deth well quyte shall be." As our noble kyng mayd his a-vowe, Lyke a noble prince of renowen, For the deth of the lord Persè He dyde the battell of Hombyll-down: 160 Wher syx and thritté Skottishe knyghtes On a day wear beaten down: Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght,[L163] Over castill, towar, and town. This was the Hontynge off the Cheviat; 165 That tear begane this spurn: Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe, Call it the Battell of Otterburn. At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a Monnyn day:[L170] 170 Ther was the dougghtè Doglas slean, The Persè never went away.