There was slayne upon the English part
For sooth as I you say,
Of ninè thousand English men
Five hundred came away.
LXXIII
The others slayne were in the field;
Christ keep their souls from woe!
Seeing there was so fewè friends
Against so many a foe.
LXXIV
Then on the morn they made them bieres
Of birch and hazell gray:
Many a widow with weeping teares
Their makes[1080] they fette[1081] away.
LXXV
This fray was fought at Otterbourne,
Between the night and the day;
Earl Douglas was buried at the bracken bush,
And the Percy led captive away.
LXXVI
Now let us all for the Percy pray
To Jesu most of might,
To bring his soul to the bliss of heaven,
For he was a gentle knight.