Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the slaughtered deer; Quoth he, "Earl Douglas promisèd This day to meet me here; "But if I thought he would not come, No longer would I stay;" With that a brave young gentleman Thus to the earl did say:-- "Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,-- His men in armor bright; Full twenty hundred Scottish spears All marching in our sight; "All men of pleasant Teviotdale, Fast by the river Tweed;" "Then cease your sports," Earl Percy said, "And take your bows with speed; "And now with me, my countrymen, Your courage forth advance; For never was there champion yet, In Scotland or in France, "That ever did on horseback come, But if my hap it were, I durst encounter man for man, With him to break a spear." Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armor shone like gold. "Show me," said he, "whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here, That, without my consent, do chase And kill my fallow deer." The first man that did answer make, Was noble Percy he-- Who said, "We list not to declare, Nor show whose men we be: "Yet will we spend our dearest blood Thy chiefest harts to slay." Then Douglas swore a solemn oath, And thus in rage did say: "Ere thus I will out-bravèd be, One of us two shall die; I know thee well, an earl thou art,-- Lord Percy, so am I. "But trust me, Percy, pity it were, And great offence, to kill Any of these our guiltless men, For they have done no ill. "Let you and me the battle try, And set our men aside." "Accursed be he," Earl Percy said, "By whom this is denied." Then stepped a gallant squire forth, Witherington was his name, Who said, "I would not have it told To Henry, our king, for shame, "That e'er my captain fought on foot, And I stood looking on. You two be earls," said Witherington, "And I a squire alone; I'll do the best that do I may, While I have power to stand; While I have power to wield my sword I'll fight with heart and hand." Our English archers bent their bows,-- Their hearts were good and true; At the first flight of arrows sent, Full fourscore Scots they slew, Yet stays Earl Douglas on the bent, As chieftain stout and good; As valiant captain, all unmoved, The shock he firmly stood. His host he parted had in three, As leader ware and tried; And soon his spearmen on their foes Bore down on every side. Throughout the English archery They dealt full many a wound; But still our valiant Englishmen All firmly kept their ground. And throwing straight their bows away, They grasped their swords so bright; And now sharp blows, a heavy shower, On shields and helmets light.