The Englishmen let their bows be, and pulled out brands that were
bright;
It was a heavy sight to see bright swords on basnets light.
Thorough rich mail and manople many stern they struck down straight,
Many a freke that was full free there under foot did light.
At last the Douglas and the Percy met, like to captains of might and
of main;
They swapt together till they both swat, with swords that were of fine
Milan.
These worthy frekis for to fight thereto they were full fain,
Till the blood out of their basnets sprent as ever did hail or rain.
"Yield thee, Percy," said the Douglas, "and in faith I shall thee
bring
Where thou shalt have an earl's wagis of Jamy our Scottish king.
Thou shalt have thy ransom free, I hight thee here this thing,
For the manfullest man yet art thou that ever I conquered in field
fighting."
"Nay," said the Lord Percy, "I told it thee beforn,
That I would never yielded be to no man of a woman born."
With that there came an arrow hastily forth of a mighty wone;
It hath stricken the Earl Douglas in at the breastbone.
Through liver and lung-es both the sharp arrow is gone,
That never after in all his life-days he spake mo word-es but one,
That was, "Fight ye, my merry men, whilis ye may, for my life-days ben
gone!"
The Percy lean-ed on his brand and saw the Douglas dee;
He took the dead man by the hand, and said, "Wo is me for thee!
To have saved thy life I would have parted with my lands for years
three,
For a better man of heart nor of hand was not in all the north