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consisting of Old Heroic Ballads, Songs, and other Pieces of our earlier Poets, (Chiefly of the Lyric kind.) Together with some few of later Date
  

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I. THE MORE MODERN BALLAD OF CHEVY CHACE.

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At the beginning of this volume we gave the old original Song of Chevy Chace. The reader has here the more improved edition of that fine Heroic ballad. It will afford


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an agreeable entertainment to the curious to compare them together, and to see how far the latter bard has excelled his predecessor, and where he has fallen short of him. For tho' he has every where improved the versification, and generally the sentiment and diction: yet some few passages retain more dignity in the ancient copy; at least the obsoleteness of the style serves as a veil to hide whatever might appear too familiar or vulgar in them. Thus, for instance, the catastrophe of the gallant Witherington is in the modern copy exprest in terms which never fail at present to excite ridicule: whereas in the original it is related with a plain and pathetic simplicity, that is liable to no such unlucky effect: See the stanza in pag. 241 which in modern orthography, &c. would run thus,

“For Witherington my heart is woe,
“That ever he slain should be:
“For when his legs were hewn in two,
“He knelt and fought on his knee.”

So again the stanza which describes the fall of Montgomery is somewhat more elevated in the ancient copy,

“The dint it was both sad and sore,
“He on Montgomery set:
“The swan-feathers his arrow bore
“With his hearts blood were wet.”

WE might also add, that the circumstances of the battle are more clearly conceived, and the several incidents more distinctly marked in the old original, than in the improved copy. It is well known that the ancient English weapon was the long bow, and that this nation excelled all others in archery; while the Scottish warriours chiefly depended on the use of the spear: this characteristic difference never escapes our ancient bard, whose description of the first onset (p. 9.) is to the following effect.


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“The proposal of the two gallant earls to determine the dispute by single combat being over-ruled; the English, says he, who stood with their bows ready bent, gave a general discharge of their arrows, which slew seven score spearmen of the enemy: but notwithstanding so severe a loss, Douglas like a brave captain kept his ground. He had divided his forces into three columns, who as soon as the English had discharged the first volley, bore down upon them with their spears, and breaking through their ranks reduced them to close fighting. The archers upon this dropt their bows and had recourse to their swords, and there followed so sharp a conflict, that multitudes on both sides lost their lives.” In the midst of this general engagement, at length the two great earls meet, and after a spirited rencounter agree to breathe; upon which a parley ensues, that would do honour to Homer himself.

Nothing can be more pleasingly distinct and circumstantial than this: whereas the modern copy, tho' in general it has great merit, is here unluckily both confused and obscure. Indeed the original words seem here to have been totally misunderstood. “Yet bydys the yerl Douglas upon the bent,” evidently signifies, “Yet the earl Douglas abides in the field:” Whereas the more modern bard seems to have understood by bent, the inclination of his mind, and accordingly runs quite off from the subject ,

“To drive the deer with hound and horn
“Earl Douglas had the bent.”

ONE may also observe a generous impartiality in the old original bard, when in the conclusion of his tale he represents both nations as quitting the field without any reproachful reflection on either: tho' he gives to his own countrymen the credit of being the smaller number.


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“Of fifteen hundred archers of England
“Went away but fifty and three;
“Of twenty hundred spearmen of Scotland,
“But even five and fifty.”

He attributes flight to neither party, as hath been done in the modern copies of this ballad, as well Scotch as English. For, to be even with our latter bard, who makes the Scots to flee, some reviser of North Britain has turned his own arms against him, and printed an Edition at Glasgow, in which the lines are thus transposed,

“Of fifteen hundred Scottish speirs
“Went hame but fifty-three:
“Of twenty hundred Englishmen
“Scarce fifty-five did flee.”

And to countenance this change he has suppressed the two stanzas between ver. 241. and ver. 249.—From this Edition I have reformed the Scottish names in pag. 263. which in the modern English ballad appeared to be corrupted.

When I call the present admired ballad modern, I only mean that it is comparatively so; for that it could not be writ much later than the time of Q. Elizabeth, I think may be made appear; nor yet does it seem to be older than the beginning of the last century . Sir Philip Sidney, when he complains


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of the antiquated phrase of Chevy Chace, could never have seen this improved copy, the language of which is not more ancient than that he himself used. It is probable that the encomiums of so admired a writer excited some bard to revise the ballad, and to free it from those faults he had objected to it. That it could not be much later than that time, appears from the phrase doleful dumps; which in that age carried no ill sound with it, but to the next generation became ridiculous. We have seen it pass uncensured in a sonnet that was at that time in request, and where it could not fail to have been taken notice of, had it been in the least exceptionable: see above p. 180, 1: Yet in about half a century after, it was become burlesque. See Hudibras, Pt. 1. c. 3. v. 95.

THIS much premised, the reader that would see the general beauties of this ballad set in a just and striking light, may consult the excellent criticism of Mr. Addison . With regard to its subject: it has already been considered in page 3d. The conjectures there offered will receive confirmation from a passage in the Memoirs of Cary Earl of Monmouth, 8 vo. 1759. p. 165. Whence we learn that it was an ancient custom with the borderers of the two kingdoms when they were at peace, to send to the Lord Wardens of the opposite Marches for leave to hunt within their districts. If leave was granted, then towards the end of summer they would come and hunt for several days together “with their grey-hounds for deer:” but if they took this liberty unpermitted, then the Lord Warden of the border so invaded, would not fail to interrupt their sport and chastise their boldness. He mentions a remarkable instance that happened while he was Warden, when some Scotch Gentlemen coming to hunt in defiance of him, there must have ensued such an action as this of Chevy Chace, if the intruders had been proportionably numerous and well-armed; for upon their being attacked by his men at arms, he tells us, “some hurt was done, tho'


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“he had given especiall order that they should shed as little blood as possible.” They were in effect overpowered and taken prisoners, and only released on their promise to abstain from such licentious sporting for the future.

The following text is given from a copy in the Editor's folio MS. compared with two or three others printed in black letter.—In the second volume of Dryden's Miscellanies may be found a translation of Chevy Chace into Latin Rhymes. The translator, Mr. Henry Bold of New College, undertook it at the command of Dr. Compton, bishop of London; who thought it no derogation to his episcopal character, to avow a fondness for this excellent old ballad.

See the preface to Bold's Latin Songs, 1685. 8 vo.
God prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safetyes all;
A woful hunting once there did
In Chevy-Chace befall;
To drive the deere with hound and horne,
Earl Percy took his way;
The child may rue that is unborne,
The hunting of that day.
The stout Earl of Northumberland
A vow to God did make,
His pleasure in the Scottish woods
Three summers days to take;
The cheefest harts in Chevy Chace
To kill and beare away.

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These tydings to Earl Douglas came,
In Scotland where he lay:
Who sent Earl Percy present word,
He wold prevent his sport.
The English earl, not fearing this,
Did to the woods resort
With fifteen hundred bow-men bold;
All chosen men of might,
Who knew full well in time of neede
To aime their shafts aright.
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran,
To chase the fallow deere:
On Monday they began to hunt,
Ere day-light did appeare;
And long before high noone they had
An hundred fat buckes slaine;
Then having din'd, the drovers went
To rouze them up againe.
The bow-men mustered on the hills,
Well able te endure;
Theire backsides all, with speciall care,
That day were guarded sure.

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The hounds ran swiftly through the woods,
The nimble deere to take ,
And with their cryes the hills and dales
An echo shrill did make.
Lord Percy to the quarry went,
To view the slaughter'd deere;
Quoth he, Earl Douglas promised
This day to meete me here:
But if I thought he would not come,
No longer wold I stay.
With that, a brave younge gentleman
Thus to the earle did say:
Loe, yonder doth Earl Douglas come,
His men in armour bright;
Full twenty hundred Scottish speares
All marching in our sight;

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All men of pleasant Tivydale,
Fast by the river Tweede:
Then cease your sport, Earl Percy said,
And take your bowes with speede:
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 horsebacke come,
But if my hap it were,
I durst encounter man for man,
With him to break a speare.
Earl Douglas on a milke-white steede,
Most like a baron bold,
Rode foremost of his company,
Whose armour shone like gold:
Show me, sayd he, whose men you bee,
That hunt soe boldly heere,
That, without my consent, doe chase
And kill my fallow-deere?
The man that first did answer make,
Was noble Percy hee;
Who sayd, We list not to declare,
Nor shew whose men wee bee:

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Yet will wee spend our deerest blood,
Thy cheefest harts to slay.
Then Douglas swore a solemne oathe,
And thus in rage did say,
Ere thus I will out-braved bee,
One of us two shall dye:
I know thee well, an earl thou art;
Lord Percy, so am I.
But trust me, Percy, pittye it were,
And great offence to kill
Any of these our harmlesse men,
For they have done no ill.
Let thou and I the battell trye,
And set our men aside.
Accurs'd bee hee, Lord Percy sayd,
By whome this is denyed.
Then stept a gallant squire forth,
Witherington was his name,
Who said, I wold not have it told
To Henry our king for shame,
That e'er my captaine fought on foote,
And I stood looking on.
You bee two earls, sayd Witherington,
And I a squire alone:

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Ile doe the best that doe I may,
While I have power to stand:
While I have pow'r to weeld my sword,
Ile fight with heart and hand.
Our English archers bent their bowes,
Their hearts were good and trew;
At the first flight of arrowes sent,
Full threescore Scots they slew.
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The 4 stanzas here inclosed in Brackets, which are borrowed chiefly from the ancient Copy, are offered to the Reader instead of the following unmeaning lines, which are those of the Author, viz.

To drive the deere with hound and horne,
Earl Douglas had the bent;
Two captaines mov'd with mickle pride,
Their speares to shivers went.
[Yet bides Earl Douglas on the bent,
As Chieftain stout and good.
As valiant Captain, all unmov'd
The shock he firmly stood.
His host he parted had in three,
As Leader ware and try'd,
And soon his spearmen on their foes
Bare down on every side.

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Throughout the English archery
They dealt full many a wound:
But still our valiant Englishmen
All firmly kept their ground:
And throwing strait their bows away,
They grasp'd their swords so bright:
And now sharp blows, a heavy shower,
On shields and helmets light.]
They clos'd full fast on ever ye side,
Noe slackness there was found;
And many a gallant gentleman
Lay gasping on the ground.
O Christ! it was a griefe to see,
And likewise for to heare,
The cries of men lying in their gore,
And scattered here and there.
At last these two stout earles did meet,
Like captaines of great might:
Like lyons wood, they layd on load,
And made a cruell fight:
They fought untill they both did sweat,
With swords of temper'd steele;
Until the blood, like drops of rain,
They trickling down did feele.

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Yeeld thee, Lord Percy, Douglas sayd;
In faith I will thee bring,
Where thou shalt high advanced bee
By James our Scottish king:
Thy ransome I will freely give,
And thus report of thee,
Thou art the most couragious knight,
That ever I did see.
Noe, Douglas, quoth Earl Percy then,
Thy proffer I doe scorne;
I will not yeelde to any Scott,
That ever yet was borne.
With that, there came an arrow keene
Out of an English bow,
Which strucke Earl Douglas to the heart,
A deepe and deadlye blow:
Who never spoke more words than these,
Fight on, my merry men all;
For why, my life is at an end;
Lord Percy sees my fall.
Then leaving life, Earl Percy tooke
The dead man by the hand;
And said, Earl Douglas, for thy life
Wold I had lost my land.

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O Christ! my very heart doth bleed
With sorrow for thy sake;
For sure, a more renowned knight
Mischance did never take.
A knight amongst the Scotts there was,
Which saw Earl Douglas dye,
Who streight in wrath did vow revenge
Upon the Lord Percy:
Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd,
Who, with a speare most bright,
Well-mounted on a gallant steed,
Ran fiercely through the fight;
And past the English archers all,
Without all dread or feare;
And thro' Earl Percy's body then
He thrust his hatefull speare;
With such a vehement force and might
He did his body gore,
The speare went through the other side
A large cloth-yard, and more.
So thus did both these nobles dye,
Whose courage none could staine:
An English archer then perceiv'd
The noble earl was slaine;

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He had a bow bent in his hand,
Made of a trusty tree;
An arrow of a cloth-yard long
Up to the head drew hee:
Against Sir Hugh Mountgomery,
So right the shaft he sett,
The grey goose-wing that was thereon,
In his hearts blood was wett.
This fight did last from breake of day,
Till setting of the sun;
For when they rung the evening-bell ,
The battel scarce was done.
With brave Earl Percy, there was slaine
Sir John of Egerton ,
Sir Robert Ratcliff

This was a family much distinguished in Northumberland. Edw. Radcliffe, mil. was sheriff of that county in 17 of Hen. 7. and others of the same surname afterwards. (See Fuller, p. 313.) Sir George Ratcliff, Knt. was one of the commissioners of inclosure in 1552. (See Nicholson, p. 330.)—Of this family was the late Earl of Derwentwater, who was beheaded in 1715. The Editor's folio MS. however, reads here, Sir Robert Harcliffe and Sir William.

The Harcleys were an eminent family in Cumberland. See Fuller p. 224. Whether this may be thought to be the same name, I do not determine.

, and Sir John,

Sir James that bold baròn

This is apparently altered (not to say corrupted) from Hearon, in pag. 14. ver. 114.

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And with Sir George and stout Sir James,
Both knights of good account,
Good Sir Ralph Raby

This might be intended to celebrate one of the ancient possessors of Raby Castle in the county of Durham. Yet it is written Rebbye, in the fol. MS. and looks like a corruption of Rugby or Rokeby, an eminent family in Yorkshire, see p. 14, 33. It will not be wondered that the Percies should be thought to bring followers out of that county, where they themselves were originally seated, and had always such extensive property and influence.

there was slaine,

Whose prowesse did surmount.

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For Witherington needs must I wayle,
As one in doleful dumpes ;
For when his legs were smitten off,
He fought upon his stumpes.
And with Earl Douglas, there was slaine
Sir Hugh Mountgomery;
Sir Charles Murray

So the Scottish copy. In the com. edit. it is Carrel or Currel; and Morrell in the fol. MS.

, that from the feeld

One foote would never flee.
Sir Charles Murray

So the Scot. edit.—The com. copies read Murrel. The fol. MS. gives the line in the following peculiar manner,

“Sir Roger Heuer of Harcliffe too.”
, of Ratcliff, too,

His sisters sonne was hee;
Sir David Lamb

The folio MS. has

“Sir David Lambwell, well esteemed.

This seems evidently corrupted from Lwdale or Liddell, in the old copy, pag. 15, 33.

, so well esteem'd,

Yet saved cold not be.
And the Lord Maxwell in like case
Did with Earl Douglas dye:
Of twenty hundred Scottish speres,
Scarce fifty-five did flye.
Of fifteen hundred Englishmen,
Went home but fifty-three;
The rest were slaine in Chevy-Chase,
Under the greene wood tree.
Next day did many widowes come,
Their husbands to bewayle;

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They washt their wounds in brinish teares,
But all wold not prevayle.
Their bodyes, bath'd in purple gore,
They bare with them away:
They kist them dead a thousand times,
When they were cladd in clay.
This newes was brought to Edenborrow,
Where Scotlands king did raigne,
That brave Earl Douglas suddenlye
Was with an arrow slaine:
O heavy newes, King James did say,
Scotland can witnesse bee,
I have not any captaine more
Of such account as hee.
Like tydings to King Henry came,
Within as short a space,
That Percy of Northumberland
Was slaine in Chevy-Chase:
Now God be with him, said our king,
Sith it will no better bee;
I trust I have, within my realme,
Five hundred as good as hee:
Yet shall not Scot nor Scotland say,
But I will vengeance take:

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I'll be revenged on them all,
For brave Earl Percy's sake.
This vow full well the king perform'd
After, at Humbledowne;
In one day, fifty knights were slayne,
With lords of great renowne:
And of the rest, of small account,
Did many thousands dye:
Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase,
Made by the Earl Percy.
God save the king, and bless this land
In plentye, joy, and peace;
And grant henceforth, that foule debate
'Twixt noblemen may cease.
 

In the present Edition, instead of the unmeaning lines here censured, an insertion is made of four Stanzas modernized from the ancient Copy.

A late Writer has started a notion that the more modern Copy “was written to be sung by a party of English, headed by a Douglas in the year 1524; which is the true reason, why at the same time that it gives the advantage to the English Soldiers above the Scotch, it gives yet so lovely and so manifestly superior a Character to the Scotch Commander above the English.”

See Say's Essay on the Numbers of Paradise Lost, 4to. 1745. p. 167.

This appears to me a groundless conjecture: the language seems too modern for the date above-mentioned; and had it been printed even so early as Queen Elizabeth's reign, I think I should have met with some copy wherein the first line would have been,

God prosper long our noble queen,

as was the case with the Blind Beggar of Bednal Green; see the next Volume, p. 160.

In the Spectator, No. 70. 74.

The Chiviot Hills and circumjacent Wastes are at present void both of Deer and Woods: but formerly they had enough of both to justify the Descriptions attempted here and in the Ancient Ballad of Chevy-Chace. Leyland, in the reign of Hen. VIII. thus describes this County:—“In Northumberland, as I heare say, be no Forests, except Chivet Hills; where is much Brushe-Wood, and some Okke; Grownde ovargrowne with Linge, and some with Mosse. I have harde say that Chivet Hilles stretchethe xx miles. There is greate Plenté of Redde-Dere, and Roo Bukkes.” Itin. vol. 7. pag. 56.—This passage, which did not occur when pag. 22. 24. were printed off, confirm the accounts there given of the Stagge and the Roe.

Sc. the Curfew bell, usually rung at 8 o'clock.

THE surnames in the foregoing Ballad are altered, either by accident or design, from the old original Copy, and in common Editions extremely corrupted. They are here rectified, as much as they could be. Thus,

This name is restored (instead of Ogerton, com. Ed.) from the Editor's folio MS. The pieces in that MS. appear to have been collected, and many of them composed (among which might be this ballad) by an inhabitant of Cheshire; who was willing to pay a Compliment here to one of his countrymen, of the eminent Family De or Of Egerton (so the name was first written) ancestors of the present Duke of Bridgwater: and this he could do with the more propriety, as the Percies had formerly great interest in that county: At the fatal battle of Shrewsbury all the flower of the Cheshire gentlemen lost their lives fighting in the cause of Hotspur.

i. e. “I, as one in deep concern, must lament.” The construction here has generally been misunderstood.