That tear began this spurn:
Old men that knowen the ground well enough,
Call it the battle of Otterburn.
At Otterburn began this spurn
Upon a Monnyn day:
There was the doughty Douglas slain,
The Perse never went away.
There was never a time on the March-partys
Sen the Douglas and the Perse met,
But it was marvel, and the red blude ran not,