Sir Hugh Montgomery was he called, And past the English archers all, With such vehement force and might He did his body gore, The staff went through the other side A large cloth-yard, and more! So thus did both these nobles die, He had a bow bent in his hand, Against Sir Hugh Montgomery This fight did last from break of day Till setting of the sun; For when they rang the evening bell The battle scarce was done. With brave Earl Percy there was slain Sir John of Egerton, Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir John, Sir James, that bold baròn: And with Sir George and stout Sir James, For Witherington my heart is sore And with Earl Douglas there was slain Sir Charles Murray, that from the field Sir Charles Murray, of Ratcliff, too, Sir David Lamb, so well esteemed, And the Lord Maxwell in like case Of fifteen hundred Englishmen, The rest were slain in Chevy Chase, Next day did many widows come, They washed their wounds in brinish tears, Their bodies, bathed in purple gore, They bare with them away; They kissed them dead a thousand times, Ere they were clad in clay. This news was brought to Edinburgh, "Oh, heavy news!" King James did say : "Scotland can witness be, I have not any captain more Like tidings to King Henry came "Now God be with him," said our king, I trust I have, within my realm, Yet shall not Scots nor Scotland say I'll be revengèd on them all For brave Earl Percy's sake." This vow full well the king performed, In one day fifty knights were slain, And of the rest, of small account, Thus ending the hunting of Chevy Chase, Made by the Earl Percy. God save our king, and bless this land, And grant henceforth that foul debate Old Ballad. A TALE. [This tale is founded on an article which appeared in the Buckinghamshire Herald for Saturday, June 1, 1793:-"Glasgow, May 23. In a block, or pulley, near the head of the mast of a gabert, now lying at the Broomielaw, there is a chaffinch's nest and four eggs. The nest was built while the vessel lay at Greenock, and was followed hither by both birds. Though the block is occasionally lowered for the inspection of the curious, the birds have not forsaken the nest. The cock, however, visits the nest but seldom, while the ben never leaves it but when she descends to the hull for food."] IN Scotland's realm, where trees are few But where, however bleak the view, In Scotland's realm, forlorn and bare, The spring drew near, each felt a breast They paired, and would have built a nest, The heaths uncovered and the moors, Long time a breeding-place they sought, A ship!-could such a restless thing Hush-silent hearers profit most; This racer of the sea Proved kinder to them than the coast- But such a tree! 'Twas shaven deal, The tree they call a mast, And had a hollow with a wheel, Through which the tackle passed. Within that cavity aloft Their roofless home they fixed, Formed with materials neat and soft, Bents, wool, and feathers mixed. Four ivory eggs soon pave its floor, The mother-bird is gone to sea, No;-soon as from ashore he saw Then, perching at his consort's side, The seaman with sincere delight For seamen much believe in signs, Hail, honoured land! a desert where Not even birds can hide, |