O laith' laith were our gude Scots lords And mony was the feather-bed The ladyes wrang their fingers white,- A' for the sake of their true loves,- O lang lang may the ladyes sit, And lang lang may the maidens sit, O forty miles off Aberdeen 'Tis fifty fathoms deep, And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens Wi' the Scots lords at his feet. CHEVY-CHASE. One of the most celebrated of the English Ballads, is that of " Chevy-Chase." Like one of the paintings of the old masters, the more it is read the more it is admired. Sir Philip Sidney, in his "Defence of Poesy," says, "I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas, that I found not my heart more moved than with a trumpet." Its subject is this. It was a regulation between those who lived near the borders of England and Scotland, that neither party should hunt in the other's domains without leave. There had long been a rivalship between the two martial families, Percy of Northumberland and Douglas of Scotland, and the former had vowed to hunt for three days in the Scottish border, without asking leave of Earl Douglas, who was lord of the soil. Douglas did not fail to resent the insult, and endeavor to repel the intruders by force, which brought on the sharp conflict which the ballad so graphically describes. It took place in the region of the Cheviot Hills, whence its name. 1 Loath. 2 Shoes. 3 Another reading is-"Their hair was wat aboon;" that is, they who were at first loath to wet their shoes, were entirely immersed in the sea and drowned. 1 The ballad of which Sidney here speaks is the ancient one, beginning The Persè owt of Northombarlande, And a vowe to God mayd he. But the spelling is so very antiquated that I have given the more modern one, the same that Addison has criticised in numbers 70 and 74 of the Spectator. God prosper long our noble king, A woful hunting once there did To drive the deer with hound and horn, The child may rue that is unborn, The stout Earl of Northumberland These tidings to Earl Douglas came, Who sent Earl Percy present word, With fifteen hundred bow-men bold, Who knew full well in time of need The gallant greyhounds swiftly ran, And long before high noon they had Then having dined, the drovers went The bow-men muster'd on the hills, Well able to endure; Their backsides all, with special care, That day were guarded sure. The hounds ran swiftly through the woods, The nimble deer to take, That with their cries the hills and dales Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the slaughter'd deer; But if I thought he would not come, With that, a brave young gentleman . Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come, Full twenty hundred Scottish spears All men of pleasant Tivydale, O cease your sports, Earl Percy said, That ever did on horseback come, I durst encounter man for man, Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Rode foremost of his company, Whose armor shone like gold. Show me, said he, whose men you be That, without my consent, do chase The first man that did answer make, Who said, We list not to declare, 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; But trust me, Percy, pity it were, Let thou and I the battle try, Then stepp'd a gallant squire forth, That e'er my captain fought on foot, You be two earls, said Witherington, I'll do the best that do I may, Our English archers bent their bows, At the first flight of arrows sent, They closed full fast on every side, O dear! it was a grief to see, The cries of men lying in their gore, This fight did last from break of day For when they rung the evening-bell, With stout Earl Percy, there was slain Sir Robert Ratcliff, and Sir Jolin, Sir James that bold baron: And with Sir George and stout Sir James, Good Sir Ralph Raby there was slain, For Witherington needs must I wail, For when his legs were smitten off, Of fifteen hundred Englishmen, 11. e. "I, as one in deep concern, must lament." The construction here has generally been m understood. The old MSS. read "woful dumps." The corresponding verse in the old ballad is as follows: "For Wetharryngton my harte was wo, That ever he slayne shulde be; For when both his leggis wear hewyne in to, Yet he knyled and fought on hys kne." 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 kiss'd them dead a thousand times, Ere they were clad in clay. God save our king, and bless this land And grant henceforth, that foul debate THE TWO CORBIES.1 There were two corbies sat on a tree Where shall we go and dine to-day? As I sat on the deep sea sand, I saw a fair ship nigh at land, I waved my wings, I bent my beak, Come, I will show ye a sweeter sight, His blood yet on the grass is hot, His sword half-drawn, his shafts unshot, But his hawk, his hound, and his lady fair. His hound is to the hunting gane, His hawk to fetch the wild fowl hame, His lady's away with another mate, |