And when our King was over the water, And on the salt sea gone, Then tydings into Scotland came That all England was gone. V Bowes and arrowes they all were forth; At home was not left a man But shepards and millers both, And preists with shaven crownes. VI Then the King of Scotts in a study stood, As he was a man of great might; He sware he would hold his parlament in leeve[1026] London, If he cold ryde there right. VII Then bespake a Squire, of Scottland borne, And sayd, ‘My leege, ha’ peace, Before you come to leeve London, Full sore you’le rue that race. VIII ‘Ther beene bold yeomen in merry England, Husbandmen stiffe and strong; Sharpè swords they done weare, Bearen bowes and arrowes longe.’ IX The King was angrye at that word; A long sword out he drew, And there before his royall companye His ownè Squire hee slew. X Hard hansell[1027] had the Scottes that day, That wrought them woe enoughe, For a Scott then durst not speake a word Ffor hanging att a boughe. XI ‘The Earle of Anguish[1028], where art thou? In my coate-armour thou shalt bee, And thou shalt lead the forward Thorow the English countrye. XII ‘Take thee Yorke,’ then sayd the King, ‘In stead wheras it doth stand; I’le make thy eldest sonne after thee Heyre of all Northumberland. XIII ‘The Earle of Buchan, where be yee? In my coate-armour thou shalt bee; The high Peak and all Darbyshire I give it thee to thy fee.’ XIV The famous Douglas then came in, Saies, ‘What shall my meede bee? And I will lead the vanward, lord, Thorow the English countrye.’ XV ‘Take thee Worster,’ sayd the King, ‘Tuxburye, Killingworth, Burton on Trent; Doe thou not say another day But I gave thee lands and rent. XVI ‘Sir Richard of Edenborrow, where are yee? A wise man in this warr! I’le give thee Bristow and the shire The time that wee come there. XVII ‘Thou, my lord Nevill, where art thou? Thou must in this warres bee; I’le give thee Shrewsburye,’ saies the King, ‘And Coventrye faire and free. XVIII ‘My lord of Hambleton[1029], where art thou? Thou art of my kin full nye; I’le give thee Lincolne and Lincolneshire, And that’s enoughe for thee.’ XIX By then came in William Douglas, As breeme[1030] as any bore; He kneelèd him downe upon his knees, In his heart he sighèd sore. XX ‘I have servèd you, my lovelye liege, This thirty winters and four, And in the Scottish Marches Have beene wounded and beaten sore. XXI ‘For all the good service that I have done, What now shall my meed bee? And I will lead the vanward Thorow the English countrye.’ XXII