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Of fifteen hundred Scottish spears,
Went home but fifty-three.
Oftwenty hundred Englishmen,
Scarce fity-five did flee,
The rest were slain in Chevy-Chace,
Under the green wood tree.
The news were brought to Edinburgh,
Where Scotland's King did reign,
The brave Earl Douglas suddenly
Was with an arrow slain.
Now God be with him, said the King,
Sith it will no better be;
I trust I have in my realm,
Five hundred good as he.
Like tidings to King Henry came,
Within as short a space,
That Percy of Northumberland
Was slain in Chevy-Chace.
O heavy news, King Henry said,
England can witness be,
I have not any Captain more
Of such account as he.
Now of the rest of small account
Did many hundreds die;
Thus ends the hunt of Chevy-Clace,
Made by the Earl Percy.
God save the King, and bless the land,
With plenty, joy, and peace;
And grant henceforth that foul debates,
.’Twixt noblemen may cease.
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