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POEMS OF ADVENTURE AND RURAL SPORTS.

CHEVY-CHASE.

ADVENTURE.

[Percy, Earl of Northumberland, had vowed to hunt for three days in the Scottish border, without condescending to ask leave from Earl Douglas, who was either lord of the soil or lord warden of the Marches. This provoked the conflict which was celebrated in the old ballad of the "Hunting o' the Cheviot." The circumstances of the battle of Otterbourne (A. D 1388) are woven into the ballad, and the affairs of the two events are confounded. The ballad preserved in the Percy Reliques is probably as old as 1574. The one following is a modernized form, of the time of James I.]

GOD prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all;

A woful 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 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,
When daylight did appear ;

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This vow full well the king performed

After at Humbledown ;

In one day fifty knights were slain
With lords of high renown;

And of the rest, of small account,
Did many hundreds die :
Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase,
Made by the Earl Percy.

God save the king, and bless this land,
With plenty, joy, and peace;
And grant, henceforth, that foul debate
'Twixt noblemen may cease.

RICHARD SHEALE.

LAMENT OF THE BORDER WIDOW.

ROBIN HOOD AND ALLEN-A-DALE.

[Of Robin Hood, the famous outlaw of Sherwood Forest, and his merry men, there are many ballads; but the limits of this volume forbid our giving more than a single selection.

Various periods, ranging from the time of Richard I. to the end of the reign of Edward II., have been assigned as the age in which Robin Hood lived. He is usually described as a yeoman, abiding in Sherwood Forest, in Nottinghamshire. His most noted followers, generally mentioned in the ballads, are Little John, Friar Tuck, his chaplain, and his maid Marian. Nearly all the legends extol his courage, his generosity, his humanity, and his skill as an archer. He robbed the rich only, who could afford to lose, and gave freely to the poor. He protected the needy, was a champion of the fair sex, and took great delight in plundering prelates. The following ballad exhibits the outlaw in one of his most attractive aspects, affording assistance to a distressed lover.]

COME, listen to me, you gallants so free,
All you that love mirth for to hear,
And I will tell you of a bold outlaw,
That lived in Nottinghamshire.

[Sir Walter Scott says: "This ballad relates to the execution of As Robin Hood in the forest stood,

Cockburne of Henderland, a border freebooter, hanged over the gate of his own tower by James V. in his famous expedition, in 1529, against the marauders of the border. In a deserted burial-place near the ruins of the castle, the monument of Cockburne and his lady is still shown. The following inscription is still legible, though defaced:

"'HERE LYES PERYS OF COKBURNE AND HIS WYFE
MARJORY.'"]

My love he built me a bonnie bower,
And clad it a' wi' lily flower;
A brawer bower ye ne'er did see,
Than my true-love he built for me.

There came a man, by middle day,
He spied his sport, and went away ;
And brought the king that very night,
Who brake my bower, and slew my knight.

He slew my knight, to me sae dear ;
He slew my knight, and poin'd his gear :
My servants all for life did flee,
And left me in extremitie.

I sewed his sheet, making my mane ;
I watched the corpse mysell alane;
I watched his body night and day;
No living creature came that way.

I took his body on my back,
And whiles I gaed, and whiles I sat ;
I digged a grave, and laid him in,
And happed him with the sod sae green.

But think nae ye my heart was sair,
When I laid the moul' on his yellow hair?
O, think nae ye my heart was wae,
When I turned about, away to gae?

Nae living man I'll love again,
Since that my lively knight is slain;
Wi' ae lock o' his yellow hair
I'll chain my heart forevermair.

ANONYMOUS.

All under the greenwood tree,

There he was aware of a brave young man,
As fine as fine might be.

The youngster was clad in scarlet red,
In scarlet fine and gay;

And he did frisk it over the plain,
And chanted a roundelay.

As Robin Hood next morning stood
Amongst the leaves so gay,
There did he espy the same young man
Come drooping along the way.

The scarlet he wore the day before
It was clean cast away;
And at every step he fetched a sigh,
"Alack and well-a-day!"

Then stepped forth brave Little John,
And Midge, the miller's son;

Which made the young man bend his bow,
Whenas he see them come.

"Stand off! stand off!" the young man said,

"What is your will with me?"

"You must come before our master straight, Under yon greenwood tree."

And when he came bold Robin before,
Robin asked him courteously,
"O, hast thou any money to spare,
For my merry men and me?"

"I have no money," the young man said,
"But five shillings and a ring;

And that I have kept these seven long years,
To have at my wedding.

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Robin Hood pulled off the bishop's coat, And put it upon Little John;

“I have no money,” then quoth the young man, "By the faith of my body," then Robin said,

"No ready gold nor fee,

But I will swear upon a book

Thy true servant for to be.”

"How many miles is it to thy true-love? Come tell me without guile."

By the faith of my body," then said the young man,

"It is but five little mile."

Then Robin he hasted over the plain,

He did neither stint nor lin,* Until he came unto the church

Where Allen should keep his wedding.

"What hast thou here?" the bishop then said, "I prithee now tell unto me.

"I am a bold harper," quoth Robin Hood, "And the best in the north country."

"O, welcome, 0, welcome," the bishop he said, “That music best pleaseth me." "You shall have no music," quoth Robin Hood, "Till the bride and bridegroom I see.

With that came in a wealthy knight, Which was both grave and old ;

And after him a finikin lass,

Did shine like the glistering gold.

"This is not a fit match," quoth Robin Hood, "That you do seem to make here; For since we are come into the church, The bride shall chuse her own dear."

Then Robin Hood put his horn to his mouth,
And blew blasts two and three ;
When four-and-twenty yeomen bold
Came leaping over the lea.

* Stop nor stay.

"This cloth doth make thee a man."

When Little John went into the quire,
The people began to laugh;

He asked them seven times in the church
Lest three times should not be enough.

"Who gives me this maid?" said Little John, Quoth Robin Hood, "That do I ;

And he that takes her from Allen-a-Dale,
Full dearly he shall her buy."

And then, having ended this merry wedding,
The bride looked like a queen ;

And so they returned to the merry greenwood, Amongst the leaves so green.

ANONYMOUS.

JOCK JOHNSTONE, THE TINKLER.

"O, CAME ye ower by the Yoke-burn Ford,
Or down the King's Road of the cleuch ?*
Or saw ye a knight and a lady bright,
Wha ha'e gane the gate they baith shall rue?"

"I saw a knight and a lady bright

Ride up the cleuch at the break of day;

The knight upon a coal-black steed,
And the dame on one of a silver-gray.

"And the lady's palfrey flew the first, With many a clang of silver bell : Swift as the raven's morning flight

The two went scouring ower the fell.

"By this time they are man and wife, And standing in St. Mary's fane; And the lady in the grass-green silk A maid you will never see again.”

* Dell.

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