Chevy Chase sheet music for Treble Clef Instrument
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God prosper long our noble king,
Our lives and safeties all!
A woeful hunting once there did
In Chevy Chase befall.
To drive the deer with hound and horn
Earl Percy took his way;
The child may rue that is unborn
The hunting of that day!
The stout Earl of Northumberland
A vow to God did make,
His pleasure in the Scottish woods
Three summer's days to take.
The chiefest harts in Chevy Chase
To kill and bear away.
These tidings to Earl Douglas came,
In Scotland where he lay:
Who sent Earl Percy present word
He would prevent his sport.
The English Earl, not fearing that,
Did to the woods resort,
With fifteen hundred bowmen bold,
All chosen men of might,
Who knew full well in time of need
To aim their shafts aright.
The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran
To chase the fallow deer:
On Monday they began to hunt
Ere daylight did appear;
And long before high noon they had
An hundred fat bucks slain:
Then having dined, the drivers went
To rouse the deer again.
Lord Percy to the quarry went
To view the slaughter'd deer;
Quoth he, " Earl Douglas promised
This day to meet me here;
"But if I thought he would not come
No longer would I stay"'
With that a brave young gentleman
Thus to the Earl did say:"
"Lo," yonder doth Earl Douglas come
His men in armour bright -
Full twenty hundred Scottish spears
All marching in our sight."
"Show me," said he, "whose men you be
That hunt so boldly here
That, without my consent do chase
And kill my fallow deer?"
The first man that did answer make
Was noble Percy, he
Who said, "We list not to declare
Nor show whose men we be."
"Yet we will spend our dearest blood
Thy chiefest harts to slay."
Then Douglas swore a solemn oath
And thus in rage did say:
"Ere thus I will out-braved be
One of us two shall die!
I know thee well, An earl thou art
Lord Percy! so am I."
Our English archers bent their bows,
Their hearts were good and true;
At the first flight of arrows sent
Full fourscore Scots they slew.
At last these two stout Earls did meet
Like captains of great might;
Like lions wud they laid on load
And made a cruel fight.
They fought, until they both did sweat,
With swords of tempered steel,
Until the blood, like drops of rain,
They trickling down did feel.
"O yield thee, Percy!" Douglas said,
"In faith, I will thee bring
Where thou shalt high advanced be
By James our Scottish king;
"Thy ransom I will freely give,
And this report of thee,
Thou art the most courageous knight
That ever I did see."
"No, Douglas;" quoth Earl Percy then,
"Thy proffer I do scorn;
I will not yield to any Scot
That ever yet was born!"
With that there came an arrow keen
Out of an English bow,
Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart,
A deep and deadly blow;
Who never spake more words than these
"Fight on, my merry men all!
For why? my life is at an end,
Lord Percy sees my fall."
Then leaving life, Earl Percy took
The dead man by the hand;
And said, "Earl Douglas! For thy life
Would I had lost my land!
"O Christ! my very heart doth bleed
With sorrow for thy sake;
For sure a more redoubted knight
Mischance could never take."
A knight among the Scots there was
Who saw Earl Douglas die;
Who straight in wrath did vow revenge
Upon the Lord Percy:
Sir Hugh Montgomery was he ealled,
Who, with a spear full bright,
Well mounted on a gallant steed,
Ran fiercely through the fight;
And past the English archers all,
Without all dread or fear,
And through Earl Percy's body then
He thrust his hateful spear.
This fight did last from break of day
Till setting of the sun;
For when they rung the evening bell
The battle scarce was done.
And the Lord Maxwell in like case
Did with Earl Douglas die;
Of twenty hundred Scottish spears
Scarce fifty-five did fly;
Of fifteen hundred Englishmen
Went home but fifty-three;
The rest were slain in Chevy Chase
Under the greenwood tree.
Next day did many widows come
Their husbands to bewail;
They washed their wounds in brinish tears,
But all would not prevail.
Their bodies bathed in purple gore
They bore with tbem away;
They kissed their dead a thousand times
When they were clad in clay.
From Songs of Northern England, Stokoe
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