A knight amongst the Scotts there was,
Which saw Erle Douglas dye,170
Who streight in wrath did vow revenge
Upon the Lord Percye:
Sir Hugh Mountgomery was he call'd,
Who, with a spere most bright,
Well-mounted on a gallant steed,175
Ran fiercely through the fight;
And past the English archers all,
Without all dread or feare;
And through Earl Percyes body then
He thrust his hatefull spere;180
With such a vehement force and might
He did his body gore,
The staff ran through the other side
A large cloth-yard, and more.
So thus did both these nobles dye,185
Whose courage none could staine:
An English archer then perceiv'd
The noble erle was slaine;
He had a bow bent in his hand,[913]
Made of a trusty tree;190
An arrow of a cloth-yard long
Up to the head drew hee:[914]
Against Sir Hugh Mountgomerye,
So right the shaft he sett,
The grey goose-winge that was thereon,195
In his harts bloode was wett.
This fight did last from breake of day,
Till setting of the sun;
For when they rung the evening-bell,[915]
The battel scarce was done.200
With stout Erle Percy, there was slaine
Sir John of Egerton,[916]
Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John,[917]
Sir James that bold barrôn:
And with Sir George and stout Sir James,205
Both knights of good account,
Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slaine,
Whose prowesse did surmount.