Uppon Sent Andrewe lowde cane they crye, And thrysse they schowte on hyght, And syne marked them one owr Ynglysshe men, 75 As I have tolde yow ryght. Sent George the bryght, owr ladyes knyght, To name they were full fayne; Owr Ynglysshe men they cryde on hyght, And thrysse the schowtte agayne. 80 Wyth that, scharpe arowes bygan to flee, I tell yow in sertayne; Men of armes byganne to joyne, Many a dowghty man was ther slayne. The Percy and the Dowglas mette, 85 That ether of other was fayne; They schapped together, whyll that the swette, With swords of fyne collayne; Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnetts ranne, As the roke doth in the rayne; 90 "Yelde the to me," sayd the Dowglas, "Or ells thow schalt be slayne. "For I see by thy bryght bassonet, Thow art sum man of myght; And so I do by thy burnysshed brande; 95 Thow art an yerle, or ells a knyght."[L96] "By my good faythe," sayd the noble Percy, "Now haste thou rede full ryght; Yet wyll I never yelde me to the, Whyll I may stonde and fyght." 100 They swapped together, whyll that they swette, Wyth swordes scharpe and long; Ych on other so faste they beette, Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn. The Percy was a man of strenghth, 105 I tell yow in thys stounde; He smote the Dowglas at the swordes length, That he felle to the growynde. The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte, I tell yow in sertayne; 110 To the harte he cowde hym smyte, Thus was the Dowglas slayne. The stonderds stode styll on eke syde, With many a grevous grone; Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght, 115 And many a dowghty man was slayne. Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye, But styffly in stowre can stond, Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght drye, Wyth many a bayllefull bronde. 120 Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde, For soth and sertenly, Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne, That daye that he cowde dye. The yerle of Mentaye he was slayne, 125 Grysely groned uppon the growynd; Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Steward, Syr John of Agurstonne.[L128] Syr Charlles Morrey in that place, That never a fote wold flye; 130 Sir Hughe Maxwelle, a lorde he was, With the Dowglas dyd he dye.