The ballad above alluded to, is here inserted. It was written by the duke of Wharton, and is called "The Earl's Defeat," to the tune of Chevy Chace.
"On both sides slaughter and gigantic deeds."
GOD prosper long from being broke,
The Luck of Edenhall;
A doleful drinking bout I sing,
There lately did befall.
To chase the spleen with cup and can,
Duke Philip took his way;
Babes yet unborn shall never see
The like of such a day.
The stout and ever thirsty duke
A vow to God did make,
His pleasure within Cumberland,
Three live long nights to take.
Sir Musgrave, too, of Martindale,
A true and worthy knight,
Eftsoons with him a bargain made,
In drinking to delight.
The bumpers swiftly pass'd about,
Six in a hand went round,
And, with their calling for more wine
They made the hall resound.
Now when these merry tidings reach'd
The Earl of Harold's ears,
"And am I (quoth he, with an oath)
Thus slighted by my peers.
"Saddle my steed, bring forth my boots,
I'll be with them and quick;
And, master Sheriff, come you too;
We'll know this scurvy trick,"
"Lo, yonder doth Earl Harold come!"
Did one at table say.
"'Tis well," replied the mettled duke;
"How will he get away?"