With that an arrow came hastily
Forth of a mighty wane[1110];
And it hath stricken the Earl Douglas
In at the breastè-bane.
XXXVI
Thoro’ liver and lungès both
The sharp arròw is gone,
That never after in his life-days
He spake mo words but one:
’Twas, ‘Fight ye, my merry men, whiles ye may,
For my life-days bin gone!’
XXXVII
The Percy leanèd on his brand
And saw the Douglas dee;
He took the dead man by the hand,
And said, ‘Woe is me for thee!
XXXVIII
‘To have sav’d thy life I’d have parted with
My lands for yearès three,
For a better man of heart nor of hand
Was not in the north countrye.’
XXXIX
[All this there saw] a Scottish knight,
Sir Hugh the Montgomerye:
When he saw Douglas to the death was dight[1111],
Through a hundred archerye
He never stint[1112] nor he never blint[1113]
Till he came to the lord Percye.