Part II. p. 20 (Percy Society, vol. xv.), and _A Collection of Old

Ballads_, iii. 91. The editor of _Strange Histories_ informs us that a play on the same subject as the ballad was written by Thomas Drew, or Drue, early in the reign of James I., and printed in 1631, under the title of _The Duchess of Suffolk, her Life_. He remarks further that both play and ballad was founded upon the narrative of Fox, anno 1558 [_Acts and Monuments_, iii. 926, ed. 1641]; but the differences between Fox's account and the story which follows are altogether too great for this supposition to be true.

Katharine, daughter of Lord Willoughby of Eresby, was first married to Charles Brandon, Duke of Suffolk, and after his death to Richard Bertie, Esq., with whom she was forced to fly from persecution in 1553, taking refuge first in the Low Countries, and afterwards in Poland.

When God had taken for our sinne That prudent prince, King Edward, away, Then bloudy Bonner did begin His raging mallice to bewray; All those that did the Gospell professe 5 He persecuted more or lesse.

Thus, when the Lord on us did lower, Many in pryson did he throw, Tormenting them in Lollards tower,[L9] Whereby they might the trueth forgoe: 10 Then Cranmer, Ridley, and the rest, Were burnt in fire, that Christ profest.

Smithfield was then with faggots fild, And many places more beside; At Coventry was Sanders kild, 15 At Glocester eke good Hooper dyde; And to escape this bloudy day, Beyond-seas many fled away.

Among the rest that sought reliefe And for their faith in daunger stood, 20 Lady Elizabeth was chiefe, King Henries daughter of royall blood; Which in the Tower prisoner did lie, Looking each day when she should die.

The Dutchesse of Suffolke, seeing this, 25 Whose life likewise the tyrant sought, Who in the hope of heavenly blisse Within God's word her comfort wrought,[L28] For feare of death was faine to flie, And leave her house most secretly. 30

That for the love of Christ alone, Her lands and goods she left behind, Seeking still for that pretious stone, The worde of trueth, so rare to find: She with her nurse, her husband, and child, 35 In poor array their sights beguild.

Thus through London they passed along, Each one did passe a severall streete; Thus all unknowne, escaping wrong, At Billings-gate they all did meete: 40 Like people poore, in Gravesend barge, They simply went with all their charge.

And all along from Gravesend towne With easie journeyes on foote they went; Unto the sea-coast they came downe, 45 To passe the seas was their intent; And God provided so that day, That they tooke shippe and sayld away.

And with a prosperous gale of wind In Flanders safe they did arive; 50 This was to their great ease of minde, Which from their hearts much woe did drive; And so with thanks to God on hie, They tooke their way to Germanie.

Thus as they traveld, thus disguisde, 55 Upon the high way sodainely By cruell theeves they were surprisde, Assaulting their small companie; And all their treasure and their store They tooke away, and beate them sore. 60

The nurse in middest of their fight Laid downe the child upon the ground; She ran away out of their sight, And never after that was found: Then did the Dutchesse make great mone 65 With her good husband all alone.

The theeves had there their horses kilde, And all their money quite had tooke; The pretty babie, almost spild, Was by their nurse likewise forsooke, 70 And they farre from their friends did stand, All succourlesse in a strange land.

The skies likewise began to scowle; It hayld and raind in pittious sort; The way was long and wonderous foule; 75 Then may I now full well report Their griefe and sorrow was not small, When this unhappy chaunce did fall.

Sometime the Dutchesse bore the child, As wet as ever she could be, 80 And when the lady kind and mild Was wearie, then the child bore hee; And thus they one another easde, And with their fortunes were well pleasde.

And after many wearied steppes, 85 All wet-shod both in durt and myre, After much griefe, their hearts yet leapes, (For labour doth some rest require); A towne before them they did see, But lodgd therein they could not bee. 90

From house to house they both did goe, Seeking where they that night might lie, But want of money was their woe, And still the babe with cold did crie; With capp and knee they courtsey make, 95 But none on them would pittie take.

Loe here a princesse of great blood Did pray a peasant for reliefe, With tears bedewed as she stood! Yet few or none regardes her griefe; 100 Her speech they could not understand, But gave her a pennie in her hand.

When all in vaine the paines was spent, And that they could not house-roome get, Into a church-porch then they went, 105 To stand out of the raine and wet: Then said the Dutchesse to her deare, "O that we had some fier heere!"

Then did her husband so provide That fire and coales he got with speede; 110 She sate downe by the fiers side, To dresse her daughter, that had neede; And while she drest it in her lapp, Her husband made the infant papp.

Anone the sexton thither came, 115 And finding them there by the fire, The drunken knave, all voyde of shame, To drive them out was his desire: And spurning forth this noble dame, Her husbands wrath it did inflame. 120

And all in furie as he stood, He wroung the church-keies out of his hand, And strooke him so, that all of blood His head ran downe where he did stand; Wherefor the sexton presently 125 For helpe and ayde aloude did cry.

Then came the officers in hast, And tooke the Dutchesse and her child, And with her husband thus they past, Like lambes beset with tygers wild, 130 And to the governour were they brought, Who understood them not in ought.

Then Maister Bartue, brave and bold, In Latine made a gallant speech, Which all their miserie did unfold, 135 And their high favour did beseech: With that, a doctor sitting by Did know the Dutchesse presently.

And thereupon arising straight, With minde abashed at their sight, 140 Unto them all that there did waight, He thus brake forth, in wordes aright: "Behold within your sight," quoth hee, "A princesse of most high degree."

With that the governour and the rest 145 Were all amazde the same to heare, And welcomméd these new-come guestes With reverence great and princely cheare; And afterward conveyd they were Unto their friend Prince Cassemere. 150

A sonne she had in Germanie, Peregrine Bartue cald by name, Surnamde The Good Lord Willobie, Of courage great and worthie fame. Her daughter young, which with her went, 155 Was afterward Countesse of Kent.

For when Queene Mary was deceast, The Dutchesse home returnde againe, Who was of sorrow quite releast By Queene Elizabeth's happie raigne: 160 For whose life and prosperitie We may prayse God continually.

9. There is said to be a place so called in the archiepiscopal palace at Lambeth.

28. _So_, C. G. G. R., for which in.

THE LIFE AND DEATH OF FAMOUS THO. STUKELY, AN ENGLISH GALLANT IN THE TIME OF QUEENE ELIZABETH, WHO ENDED HIS DAYES IN A BATTAILE OF KINGS IN BARBARIE.

Thomas Stuckley, says Fuller, "was a younger brother, of an ancient, wealthy, and worshipful family, nigh Ilfracombe in this county [Devon], being one of good parts; but valued the less by others, because overprized by himself. Having prodigally mis-spent his patrimony, he entered on several projects (the issue general of all decayed estates); and first pitched on the peopling of Florida, then newly found out, in the West Indies. So confident his ambition, that he blushed not to tell Queen Elizabeth, 'that he preferred rather to be sovereign of a mole-hill, than the highest subject to the greatest king in Christendom;' adding, moreover, 'that he was assured he should be a prince before his death.' 'I hope,' said Queen Elizabeth, 'I shall hear from you, when you are stated in your principality.' 'I will write unto you,' quoth Stuckley. 'In what language?' said the Queen. He returned, 'In the style of princes: To our dear sister.'

"His fair project of Florida being blasted for lack of money to pursue it, he went over into Ireland, where he was frustrated of the preferment he expected, and met such physic that turned his fever into frenzy; for hereafter resolving treacherously to attempt what he could not loyally achieve, he went over into Italy.

"It is incredible how quickly he wrought himself through the notice into the favour, through the court into the chamber, yea closet, yea bosom of Pope Pius Quintus; so that some wise men thought his Holiness did forfeit a parcel of his infallibility in giving credit to such a _glorioso_, vaunting that with three thousand soldiers he would beat all the English out of Ireland.

"The Pope finding it cheaper to fill Stuckley's swelling sails with airy titles than real gifts, created him Baron of Ross, Viscount Murrough, Earl of Wexford, Marquis of Leinster; and then furnished this title-top-heavy general with eight hundred soldiers, paid by the King of Spain, for the Irish expedition.

"In passage thereunto, Stuckley lands at Portugal, just when Sebastian, the king thereof, with two Moorish kings, were undertaking a voyage into Africa. Stuckley, scorning to attend, is persuaded to accompany them. Some thought he wholly quitted his Irish design, partly because loath to be pent up in an island (the continent of Africa affording more elbow-room for his achievements); partly because so mutable his mind, he ever loved the last project (as mothers the youngest child) best. Others conceive he took this African in order to his Irish design; such his confidence of conquest, that his breakfast on the Turks would the better enable him to dine on the English in Ireland.

"Landing in Africa, Stuckley gave council which was safe, seasonable, and necessary; namely, that for two or three days they should refresh their land soldiers; whereof some were sick, and some were weak, by reason of their tempestuous passage. This would not be heard; so furious was Don Sebastian to engage; as if he would pluck up the bays of victory out of the ground, before they were grown up; and so, in the battle of Alcaser, their army was wholly defeated: where Stuckley lost his life.

'A fatal fight, where in one day was slain, Three kings that were, and one that would be fain!'

"This battle was fought anno 1578, where Stuckley, with his eight hundred men, behaved himself most valiantly, till overpowered with multitude." _Worthies of England_, by Nuttall, i. 414.

Mr. Dyce, in his prefatory note to Peele's _Battle of Alcazar_, having cited the above extract with several poetical notices of Stukeley, mentions another play founded on this adventurer's exploits (_The Famous Historye of the Life and Death of Captaine Thomas Stukely_), acted in 1596, and printed in 1605 (Peele's _Works_, ii. 85).

The ballad is from _The Crown-Garland of Golden Roses_ (Percy Society, vol. vi.) p. 33. There are some verses on Stukeley's projected voyage to Florida in Mr. Collier's _Old Ballads_, in the first volume of the Percy Society, p. 73.

In the west of England Borne there was, I understand, A famous gallant in his dayes, By birth a wealthy clothier's sonne; Deeds of wonder he hath done, 5 To purchase him a long and lasting praise.

If I should tell his story, Pride was all his glory, And lusty Stukely he was call'd in court; He serv'd a bishop of the west, 10 And did accompany the best, Maintaining still himselfe in gallant sort.

Being thus esteemed, And every where well deemed, He gain'd the favour of a London dame, 15 Daughter to an alderman, Curtis he was called then, To whom a sutor gallantly he came.

When she his person spied, He could not be denied, 20 So brave a gentleman he was to see; She was quickly made his wife, In weale or woe to lead her life, Her father willingly did so agree.

Thus, in state and pleasure, 25 Full many daies they measure; Till cruell death, with his regardles spight, Bore old Curtis to his grave, A thing which Stukely wisht to have, That he might revell all in gold so bright. 30

He was no sooner tombed, But Stukely presumed To spend a hundred pound that day in waste: The bravest gallants of the land Had Stukelies purse at their command; 35 Thus merrily the time away he pass'd.

Taverns and ordinaries Were his cheefest braveries,[L38] Goulden angells flew there up and downe; Riots were his best delight,[L40] 40 With stately feastings day and night; In court and citty thus he won renowne.

Thus wasting land and living By this lawlesse giving, At last he sold the pavements of his yard, 45 Which covered were with blocks of tin; Old Curtis left the same to him, Which he consumed vainely, as you heard.

Whereat his wife sore greeved, Desir'd to be releeved; 50 "Make much of me, dear husband," she did say: "I'll make much more of thee," quoth he, "Than any one shall, verily: I'll sell thy clothes, and so will go away."

Cruelly thus hearted, 55 Away from her he parted, And travelled into Italy with speed: There he flourisht many a day In his silkes and rich array, And did the pleasures of a lady feed. 60

It was the ladies pleasure To give him gold and treasure, And to maintaine him in great pomp and fame; At last came newes assuredly Of a battaile fought in Barbary, 65 And he would valiantly go see the same.

Many a noble gallant Sold both land and talent To follow Stukely in this famous fight; Whereas three kings in person would 70 Adventurously, with courage bould, Within the battaile shew themselves in sight.[L72]

Stukely and his followers all, Of the king of Portugall Had entertainement like to gentlemen: 75 The king affected Stukely so, That he his secrets all did know, And bore his royall standard now and then.

Upon this day of honour Each king did shew his banner; 80 Morocco, and the King of Barbery, Portugall, with all his train, Bravely glister'd in the plain, And gave the onset there most valiantly.

The cannons they resounded, 85 Thund'ring drums rebounded, "Kill, kill!" as then was all the soldiers cry; Mangled men lay on the ground, And with blood the earth was dround, The sun was likewise darken'd in the skye. 90

Heaven was sore displeased, And would not be appeased, But tokens of God's heavy wrath did show That he was angry at this war; He sent a fearfull blazing star, 95 Whereby these kings might their misfortunes know.

Bloody was this slaughter, Or rather wilfull murther, Where six score thousand fighting men were slain; Three kings within this battaile died, 100 With forty dukes and earles beside, The like will never more be fought again.

With woful armes enfoulding, Stukely stood beholding This bloody sacrifice of soules that day: 105 He, sighing, said, "I, wofull wight, Against my conscience heere did fight, And brought my followers all unto decay."

Being thus molested, And with greefes oppressed, 110 Those brave Italians that did sell their lands, With Stukely thus to travel forth, And venture life for little worth, Upon him all did lay their murthering hands.

Unto death thus wounded, 115 His heart with sorrow swounded, And to them all he made this heavy mone: "Thus have I left my country deere, To be so vilely murthered heere, Even in this place whereas I am not known. 120

"My life I have much wronged; Of what to her belonged I vainely spent in idle course of life. What I have done is past, I see, And bringeth nought but greef to me, 125 Therefore grant now thy pardon, gentle wife!

"Life, I see, consumeth, And death, I feel, presumeth To change this life of mine into a new: Yet this me greatest comfort brings, 130 I liv'd and died in love of kings, And so brave Stukely bids the world adew."

Stukelys life thus ended, Was after death befrended, And like a soldier buried gallantly; 135 Where now there stands upon his grave A stately temple, builded brave, With golden turrets piercing in the skye.

38, 40 where.

72. fight.

LORD DELAWARE.

No plausible foundation for this ballad has as yet been found in history. It has been suggested that Delaware is a corruption of De la Mare, a speaker of the House of Commons, and a great advocate of popular rights, in the reign of Edward the Third! But there is no accounting for the Dutch lord and the Welsh Duke of Devonshire on this or any other supposition.

The ballad is given from Lyle's _Ancient Ballads and Songs_, p. 135, as "noted down from the singing of a gentleman," and then "remodelled and smoothed down" by the editor. The same copy is printed in Dixon's _Ancient Poems, Ballads and Songs_ (Percy Society, vol. xvii.), p. 80, and in Bell's volume with the same title, p. 66.

In the Parliament House, A great rout has been there, Betwixt our good king And the Lord Delaware: Says Lord Delaware 5 To his Majesty full soon, "Will it please you, my Liege, To grant me a boon?"

"What's your boon?" says the King, "Now let me understand." 10 "It's, give me all the poor men We've starving in this land; And without delay, I'll hie me To Lincolnshire, To sow hemp-seed and flax-seed, 15 And hang them all there.

"For with hempen cord it's better To stop each poor man's breath, Than with famine you should see Your subjects starve to death." 20 Up starts a Dutch lord, Who to Delaware did say, "Thou deservest to be stabb'd!" Then he turned himself away:

"Thou deservest to be stabb'd, 25 And the dogs have thine ears, For insulting our king In this parliament of peers." Up sprang a Welsh lord, The brave Duke of Devonshire, 30 "In young Delaware's defence, I'll fight This Dutch lord, my Sire.

"For he is in the right, And I'll make it so appear: Him I dare to single combat, 35 For insulting Delaware." A stage was soon erected, And to combat they went, For to kill, or to be kill'd, It was either's full intent. 40

But the very first flourish, When the heralds gave command, The sword of brave Devonshire Bent backward on his hand; In suspense he paused awhile, 45 Scann'd his foe before he strake, Then against the king's armour, His bent sword he brake.

Then he sprang from the stage, To a soldier in the ring, 50 Saying, "Lend your sword, that to an end This tragedy we bring: Though he's fighting me in armour, While I am fighting bare, Even more than this I'd venture 55 For young Lord Delaware."

Leaping back on the stage, Sword to buckler now resounds, Till he left the Dutch lord A bleeding in his wounds: 60 This seeing, cries the King To his guards without delay, "Call Devonshire down,-- Take the dead man away!"

"No," says brave Devonshire, 65 "I've fought him as a man; Since he's dead, I will keep The trophies I have won. For he fought me in your armour, While I fought him bare, 70 And the same you must win back, my Liege, If ever you them wear."

God bless the Church of England, May it prosper on each hand, And also every poor man 75 Now starving in this land; And while I pray success may crown Our king upon his throne, I'll wish that every poor man May long enjoy his own. 80

THE BATTLE OF HARLAW. (See p. 180.)

Traditionary Version, from Aytoun's _Scottish Ballads_, i. 75.

"I am indebted to the kindness of Lady John Scott for the following extremely spirited ballad, which was taken down some years ago in Aberdeenshire, where it is still very popular. It is sung to a beautiful air, with the following refrain to each stanza:--

"_Wi' a drie, drie, dredidronilie drie._"

As I cam in by Garioch land, And doun by Netherha', There was fifty thousand Hielandmen, A' marching to Harlaw.

As I cam on, and further on, 5 And doun and by Balquhaim, O there I met Sir James the Ross, Wi' him Sir John the Græme.

"O cam ye frae the Highlands, man? O cam ye a' the way? 10 Saw ye Mac Donnell and his men, As they cam frae the Skye?"

"Yes, we cam frae the Highlands, man, And we cam a' the way, And we saw Mac Donnell and his men, 15 As they cam in frae Skye."

"O was ye near Mac Donnell's men? Did ye their number see? Come, tell to me, John Hielandman, What might their numbers be?" 20

"Yes, we was near, and near eneugh, And we their number saw; There was fifty thousand Hielandmen, A' marching to Harlaw."

"Gin that be true," said James the Ross, 25 "We'll no come meikle speed; We'll cry upon our merry men, And turn our horses' head."

"O na, O na!" says John the Græme, "That thing maun never be; 30 The gallant Græmes were never beat, We'll try what we can dee."

As I cam on, and further on, And doun and by Harlaw, They fell fu' close on ilka side, 35 Sic straiks ye never saw.

They fell fu' close on ilka side, Sic straiks ye never saw; For ilka sword gaed clash for clash, At the battle o' Harlaw. 40

The Hielandmen wi' their lang swords, They laid on as fu' sair, And they drave back our merry men, Three acres breadth and mair.

Brave Forbés to his brother did say, 45 "O brother, dinna ye see? They beat us back on ilka side, And we'll be forced to flee."

"O na! O na! my brother dear, O na! that mauna be! 50 You'll tak your gude sword in your hand, And ye'll gang in wi' me."

Then back to back the brothers brave Gaed in amang the thrang, And they swept doun the Hielandmen, 55 Wi' swords baith sharp and lang.

The first ae straik that Forbés strack, He gar'd Mac Donnell reel; And the neist ae straik that Forbés strack, The brave Mac Donnell fell. 60

And siccan a Pitlarichie I'm sure ye never saw, As was amang the Hielandmen, When they saw Mac Donnell fa'.

And when they saw that he was dead, 65 They turn'd and ran awa', And they buried him in Legate's Den, A large mile frae Harlaw.

Some rade, some ran, and some did gang, They were o' sma' record, 70 But Forbés and his merry men They slew them a' the road.

On Mononday at morning, The battle it began; On Saturday at gloamin', 75 Ye'd scarce ken'd wha had wan.

And sic a weary buryin' I'm sure ye never saw, As was the Sunday after that, On the muirs aneath Harlaw. 80

Gin onybody speer at ye For them we took awa', Ye may tell them plain, and very plain, They're sleeping at Harlaw.

GLOSSARY.

[right pointing hand]Figures placed after words denote the pages in which they occur.

a, _of_.

abien, aboun, _above_.

aboyding, _abiding_.

accompany, 308, _keep the company of_.

ae, _one_.

affected, _enamored_.

all and sum, _all and several_, _one and all_.

allangst, 182, _along_.

ancyents, 63, _ensigns_.

anent, _over against_.

aneughe, _enough_.

aras, _arrows_.

arminge-sword, _a two-handed sword_.

austerne, 99, _austere_.

avowe, _vow_.

awin, _own_.

bade, _abode_.

bald, _bold_.

bale, _sorrow_; ballys bete, 42, _better_, _amend_, _our evils_.

bandoun, _command_, _orders_.

banket, _banquet_.

barne, (A. Sax. _beorn_,) _chief_, _man_.

basnites, bassonetts, _helmets_.

battellis, 225, _divisions of the army_, or, _the armies_.

be, _by_, _at_, _by the time that_.

bearing arrow, 65, "an arrow that carries well:" Percy, who also suggests birring, i.e. _whirring_, _whizzing_. See Boucher's _Glossary_.

bed, 224, 229, _abode_, _remained_.

bedeen, 265, _in numbers_, _one after another_?

beild, _shelter_; 224, _position of safety_.

ben, _in_.

bende-bow, _bent bow_.

bended, 182, _bounded_?

bent, _coarse grass_, _ground on which this grass grows_, _field_.

berne (A. Sax. _beorn_), _chief_, _man_.

ber, _bare_.

beth, 98, _is_.

be-west, _to the west of_.

biggingis, _buildings_.

bille, see sworne.

billie, _comrade_.

bla', _blow_.

blaithe, _blithe_.

blan, blane, _ceased_, _stopped_.

blate, _silly_, _stupid_.

bleid, _blood_.

bodward, 182, _message_.

borrowe, _security_, _hostage_, _ransom_; borowed, 18, _ransomed_.

bouk, _body_, _carcase_.

bowne, bowyn, _ready_, _prepared_; 235, _going_; bound, bowynd, 19, 5, 6, _made ready_, _went_.

brace, 260, same as breeze, _hurry_?

bracken, braken, _fern_.

brae, _side of a hill_.

braid, _broad_.

bra'ly, _bravely_.

branken, branking, _prancing_, _capering_.

braveries, _displays_.

braw, _brave_, _handsome_.

bread, 59, _breadth_; bred, _broad_.

breeks, _breeches_.

brent, _burned_.

brim, _fierce_.

bronde, _brand_, _sword_.

brook, _enjoy_; 186, _take_ (_possession of_).

brose, 261, _pottage_.

brouine, brown, _brewed_.

broust, _brewage_.

bruch, brugh, _burgh_, _city_.

bryttlynge, _cutting up_ (_of game_.)

buft, _buffeted_, _beat_.

burd-alone, _alone_.

burn, _brook_.

but, _without_, 221; but bed, _before we sleep_.

butter-box, 154, "Dutchmen." Ritson.

byckarte, 30, _moved quickly, rattling their weapons_.

byddys, _abides_.

byears, _biers_.

byll, _halbert_, _battle-axe_.

ca', _call_; 265, _drive_, _beat_.

caliver, 116, _large pistol_, or _blunderbuss_.

can, could, used as auxiliaries to form the past tenses.

canty, _merry_.

carefull, _anxious_.

carpe, _tell_, _discourse_.

cast, _propose_, _intend_.

cawte, _cautious_.

chafts, _chaps_.

chess, _chace_.

chessit, _chased_.

cheverons, _gloves_.

christiantè, _Christendom_.

claw, _scratch_, _fight_.

clinkum clankum, a phrase for _smart blows_.

cogue, _wooden pail_.

cold bee, 100, _was_; see can.

collayne, _Cologne_, i. e. _steel, or manufacture_: see i. 357.

cor, core, _corps_.

corpes, 287, _living body_.

cors, _curse_.

corynoch, _lamentation for the dead_.

cowde dye, 16, _did die_; see can.

crouse, 169, _brisk_, _brave_.

crowdie, _gruel_, _porridge_.

cryand, _crying_.

daft, _mad_.

dandering, _an epithet expressing the noise of drums_, like tantara, p. 124.

de, _die_; deid, dead, _death_.

decay, _destruction_, _death_.

dee, _do_.

deemedst, _doomedst_.

demean, _punish_, _put down_.

deputed, 103, used of a fugitive _carried back for trial_.

diel, _devil_.

dight, dicht; 61, _furnished_; 37, 189, to deth, "_done_," _wounded_; 22, _dispose of_, _handle_, _encounter_.

ding, pr. dung, _strike_, _knock_, _beat_, _overcome_.

dinne, _noise_.

discord, _quarrel_.

doghtie, _doughty_.

door, 154? dorlach, which Jamieson says is a short-sword, means a _wallet_.

douted, _redoubtable_, _feared_.

doutsum, _doubtful_.

drede, _doubt_.

dre, drye, _endure_, _bear_; drie, 98, as noun, _suffering_.

dulesum, _doleful_.

dunted, _beat_.

durk, _dirk_.

dyne, garre, 10, _give one his fill of fighting_.

dyne, 228, _valley_.

dynte, _blow_, _stroke_.

eathe, _easy_.

ee, _eye_.

edicang, _aide-de-camp_.

eme, _uncle_.

endlongis, _along_.

enewch, _enough_.

ensenzie, enzie, _ensign_.

envye (to do), _ill-will_, _injury_.

ewill, 229; qy, eve, or vigil?

fa', _fall_; 162, _share_, _portion_.

fach, _fetch_.

fallows, _fellows_, _equals_.

fare, _go_.

fay, 219, _on the verge of death_, _doomed_.

fayne, _glad_.

feale, _fail_.

fearit, _feared_.

fecht, _fight_.

fee, _property_, _reward_.

feck, maist, _greatest part_.

feid, _feud_, _enmity_.

feingit, _feigned_.

feirdness, _cowardice_.

fell, _hide_.

fells, _hills_, also, _moors_.

fend, _keep_, _support_.

fett, _fetched_.

fiery-fairy, _confusion and consternation_.

filabeg, _kilt, or short petticoat, worn by Highlanders instead of breeches_.

firstin, _first_.

fit, _song_, _division of a song_, _story_.

flegs, _frights_.

flinders, _fragments_.

flyte, _scold_, _remonstrate_; 95, _rally_.

forder, _further_.

forefend, _forbid_.

forgatherit, _met together_.

forwarde, _van_.

fou, _full_.

fourugh, see furich.

frame, 133, _succeed_.

freck, freke, freyke (A. S. _one who is bold_) _warrior_, _man_.

fun', _found_.

furich, furichinish, Gaelic; fuirich means _wait_, _stop_; fearach is an old Irish warcry. "Fy, furich, Whigs, awa'!" was a Jacobite pipe air, says Chambers.

free, frie, _noble_; 20, of metal, _precious_ (?)

gade, _went_.

galliards, _quick and lively dances_.

gare, _gore_. See Glossary to vol. 2.

garre, _make_; gart, _garde_, _made_.

gate, _way_.

geed, _went_.

geere, 64, _business_, _affair_.

gettyng, 9, _plunder_.

gled, _gladden_.

glede, _live coal_.

glent, _glanced_, _passed swiftly_.

gloamin', _dusk_, _night-fall_.

glove, 121; to claim a glove worn as a lady's favor, was a form of challenge,--which is perhaps the reference here.

graif, _grave_.

graithed, grathed, _prepared_, _dressed_, _armed_; 183, _laid_, or _laid out_.

gree, bear the, _bore the palm_.

gresse, _grass_.

grevis, _groves_, _bushes_.

grite, _weep_.

grysely, _dreadfully_.

guide, _good_.

habershoune, _coat of mail_.

hach-borde, 60, 63, 68, (MS. has in one place, "archborde,") seems to be used for the _side of the ship_.

hached, _inlaid_ or _gilded_.

hagbutis, _a kind of muskets_.

halched, _greeted_.

hale, _whole_.

hard, _heard_.

harneis, _armor_.

haryed, _plundered_.

haws, _low grounds on the border of a river_.

haylde, _hauled_.

haylle, 10, _healthy_.

he, _high_.

heal, _hail_.

heidit, _beheaded_.

heidin, _beheading_.

hernainsell, see note p. 154.

hich, _high_.

hight, _promise_, _be called_.

hinde, _gentle_.

hing, _hang_.

his, _has_.

Hogan Dutch, 155?

holtes, 8, _woods_.

hoved, 9, _hovered_, _hung about_, _tarried_.

howe, _hollow_, _valley_.

husbonds, _husbandmen_.

hye, hyght, (on,) _on high_, _aloud_.

hyght, _promised_.

ilk, ilkay, _each_.

into, _in_.

is, _has_.

i-wis, _certainly_.

jack, _a coat of mail_, _a leather jacket_.

jouk, _avoid a blow by bending the body forward_.

kain, 180, _rent paid in kind_; here, paid the kain is _suffered sorely_.

kaithe, _appear_, _come_.

ken, _know_; kenna, _know not_.

kindly, 23, _native born_.

kith, _acquaintance_.

kittle flaws, _variable winds_, i.e. not to be depended on for courage.

knop, _knob_.

knowe, _knoll_.

lair, 239, _place where they were lying_.

lang, _long_.

lap, _leapt_.

layne, _deceive_; 13, _break word_.

leaguer, _camp_.

leath, _loath_.

leeve, _dear_, _pleasant_; lever, _rather_.

lesse, 10, _lying_.

let, _prevent_.

lift, _air_.

lifting, _stealing_.

liges, _lieges_.

liklie, _handsome_, _promising_.

lilye, 23, lilly, 179, _covered with lilies_?

lilting, _singing cheerfully_.

linking, _walking quickly_.

list, _please_.

lithe, _list_.

liverance, 95, "_money for delivering up._" Percy.

logeying, _lodging_.

lope, _leapt_.

lucetts, 14, _luces_, _pikes_.

lurdane, _a heavy, stupid fellow_.

luves, _palms_, _hands_.

maker, makys, _mates_.

march-man, _warden of the Marches_.

march-perti, 40, _the Border parts or region_.

marke hym to the Trenité, 13, _commit himself to God by making the sign of the cross_? marked, 14, _fixed their eyes on_, _took aim at_?

maugre, _spite_.

may, _maid_.

meany, _company_.

merchand, _marching_.

mickle, _great_.

mind, _remember_.

miss, 264, _evil_, _fault_, _trouble_.

moe, moo, _more_, _greater_.

mome, _fool_.

mort, _death_ (_of the deer_.)

mowes, mowis, (_mouths_,) _joke_.

muir, _moor_.

mykel, _great_.

myllàn, 36, _Milan_, i. e. _steel or manufacture_.

myne-allaine, _alone by myself_.

myneyeple, 35, _maniple_ (i. e. _many folds_), _a name for a close dress with sleeves worn under the armor_.

nare, _nor_.

naye, _denial_.

near, _nearer_.

neist ae, _next_.

nixtin, _next_.

northen, be, _to the north of_.

oh'on a ri, Gaelic, _oh, my heart!_ oh' rig in di, 155?

one, _on_.

ones, _once_.

outrake, 100, _riding out_, _excursion_.

oware, _hour_.

owermaskit, _overcast_.

paiks, 154, _drubbing_.

palione, 222, pallion, _pavilion_, _tent_.

pall, _a rich cloth_.

parti, _part_.

paw, pa', 158, _swift motion_; one's _part_ in a performance, 154; of the _contortions_ of a person hanged, 162; of the _movement of weapons_, 163.

peart, _pert_.

perseiued, _pursued_.

philibeg, _kilt, or short petticoat_, worn by Highlanders instead of breeches.

Pitlarichie, 319?

pleadis, _prayers_.

polititious, _politic_, _ingenious_.

pompous, 278, _proud_, _magnificent_.

pra, 173, _brave_, _fine_.

presumand, _presuming_.

prycked, _rode_.

pyght, _pitched_.

quaint, _acquaint_.

quat, _quit_.

quhat, &c. _what_, _&c._

quhill, _while_, _until_.

quhois, _whose_.

quite, _quit_.

quyrry, _quarry_, _slaughtered game_.

quyt, _paid_, _repaid_.

race, 184, _course_.

raid, _a predatory incursion_.

rais, _rose_.

raking, 242, _running_, _scouring along_.

rave, _bereave_.

raw, _row_, _rank_; upo' the raw, _in rank of battle_.

rax, _reach_, _stretch_; 265, _beat_?

rear, ride the, 233, _ride behind_, _have the worse_.

recks, 23, _matters_.

rede, _advise_; 15, _guessed_.

red, _rode_.

Reidswire, see vol. vi. p. 131.

remeid, _remedy_.

rent, _rend_.

rewyth, _regrets_.

riggings, 154, _backs_?

rinnes, _runs_.

rise on anchor, 206?

roke, _reek_, _steam_.

rout, _company_, _crowd_.

rowght, _rout_, _strife_.

rowynde, _round_.

rung, _cudgel_; canon's, _figuratively_, _for shot_?

ryall, _royal_.

ryght, 7, _straight_.

rynde, 13, _flayed_? rinde, _to destroy_, Halliwell's _Dict._

saw, _saying_, _statement_.

say, _saw_.

say, _assay_.

sayne, _say_.

scale, 262, 178, _scatter_, _spread_.

schapped, 15, apparently should be "swapped;" see _post_.

schoote, 12, _shot_, _let go_.

sen, _since_.

sene, 189, _skilled_, _experienced_.

shear, 30, 31, _quickly_, _at once_. (?) Halliwell.

she, used of _Highlanders in general_.

siccan, _such_.

sinsyne, _since_.

sith, _since_.

skelps, _blows_.

silver wand, 100?

slaydis, 228; the passage is corrupt.

slicht, _slight_.

sloughe, _slew_.

smirkling, _smirking_, _smiling_.

smored, _smothered_.

snell, 269, _sharp_, _loud_.

snood, _a band with which a young woman ties up her hair_.

sould, _should_.

souters, _cobblers_.

spear, speir, _ask_.

spendyd, 96, probably the same as spanned, _grasped_.

splenderis, _splinters_.

spole, _shoulder_.

spuente, 36, _spirited_, _sprung out_.

spurne, _kick_; 42, _retaliation_?

stain, _outdo_, _excel_.

stalwurthlye, _stoutly_, _boldly_.

stane'd, _stationed_.

stank, 154, _pool_.

stead, 65, _place_, _post_.

stell'd, _placed_.

stent, _stop_.

stounde, _time_.

stour, stowre, (_turmoil of_) _fight_.

straiks, _strokes_.

stynttyde, _stopped_.

styrande, 6, see note: according to Percy's reading, _driving_ the deer _from their retreats_; but adopting Motherwell's, _prancing_, _spirited_.

suar, 35, 38, _sure_, _trusty_.

suthe, _true_.

swakked, 23, swapped, swapte, 15, 24, 36, _struck_, _smote_.

swat, _sweat_.

sweirand, _swearing_.

sworne into my bille, 95, "_I have delivered a promise in writing, confirmed by an oath._" Percy.

syne, _since_, _then_, _afterward_.

tackes, _takes_.

tald, 227, _tall_?

talent, 310, seems to be used for property in general.

tear, 42, possibly the same as dere, _injury_.

teene, tene, _injury_.

tenne, _taken_.

tent, _heed_.

the, _thee_, _they_.

thi, _the_.

thir, _these_, _those_.

thought long, _found the time drag_.

thrang, _throng_.

thraw, _twist_.

thrysse, _thrice_.

thuds, 169, sound of blows, _noises_, _strokes_.

tinkler, played the, 161, _played the coward_.

tint, _lost_.

tockin, _token_.

ton, tone, the, _the one_.

tooke, 39; supply an omitted word, as "rest."

toom, _empty_.

top-castle, 62, _a kind of turret built round the mast-head_.

topsail, to cast, _a kind of salute_.

tre-trip for hay, 131; tray-trip was a _game at dice_.

tree, 226, _spear-shaft_? _cudgel_?

trews, 155, _Highland pantaloons_, consisting of breeches and stockings in one piece; here used for Highlanders.

trone, 143, _pillory_.

trows, 156, see trews.

touk, tuick, _beat_.

tyll, _to_.

tyne, _lose_.

uds-doyns, an oath.

uncouth, _unknown_.

uttermost, _outmost_.

valziant, _valiant_.

verament, _truly_.

vow, 169, _exclamation of admiration or surprise_.

vowit, _vowed_.

wae, _sad_, _sorry_.

wald, _would_.

waly, _interjection of lamentation_.

wane, 36?

war, _worse_; verb, _to worst_, _overcome_.

war, _aware_.

ward, _word_.

waryson, _reward_.

wast, _west_.

wat, _know_.

weal, 41 (of hands), to _wring_?

weale, 64, qy, _well_? or _good luck_! The word is probably corrupted.

weapon-shaw, _inspection of arms_, _military review_.

wed, _would_.

wede, 72, _shorn_?

weir, _war_.

well, 226, qy. mell, _meddle or fight with_.

weme, 98, _belly_, _hollow_.

wend, _go_.

whigging, _moving fast_, _marching briskly_.

whilk, _which_.

whyll, 15, _till_.

wid, _would_.

wight, 102, _strong_, _quick_.

win, _go_, _get_.

win (hay), _make_, _get in_.

winna, _will not_.

wis, 214, _wish_.

woned unto the dead, 222, qy. vowed? _devoted themselves to death_?

wood, _mad_, _furious_.

worried, 270, _choked at_.

worthe, woe, _woe be to_.

wouche, _injury_.

wraithe, _wroth_.

writhe, _twisted_.

wyld, 30, seems to be used absolutely for _deer_.

wynn, (hay), _make_, _get in_.

ychone, _each one_.

yebent, _bent_.

yee, _eye_.

ye-feth, _i-faith_.

yender, _yonder_.

yerlle, _earl_.

yerly, _early_.

ye'se, _ye shall_.

yestreen, _yesterday_.

yill, _ale_.

yth' _in the_.

zield, _yield_.

zit, _yet_.

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Transcriber's Notes

Page 39, line 101: changed "strenght" to "strength" (Many hade no strength for to stande,)

Page 108: line note anchor moved from line 67 to line 68.

Page 157, line 11: changed "orher" to "order" (Lord Roxburgh was there, in order to share)

Page 191, line 9-12: changed indentation of this verse to be consistent with the rest of the ballad.