They lighted high on Otterbourne,
And threw their pallions down.

And he that had a bonnie boy,

Sent out his horse to grass;
And he that had not a bonnie boy,
His ain servant he was.

But up then spake a little page,
Before the peep of dawn:

'O waken ye, waken ye, my good lord,
For Percy's hard at hand.'

'Ye lie, ye lie, ye liar loud!
Sae loud I hear ye lie:
For Percy had not men yestreen
To dight my men and me.

'But I have dreamd a dreary dream,
Beyond the Isle of Sky;

I saw a dead man win a fight,
And I think that man was I.'

He belted on his guid braid sword,
And to the field he ran,

But he forgot the helmet good,

That should have kept his brain.

When Percy wi the Douglas met,
I wat he was fu fain;

They swakked their swords, till sair they swat,
And the blood ran down like rain.

But Percy with his good broad sword,
That could so sharply wound,
Has wounded Douglas on the brow,
Till he fell to the ground.

Then he calld on his little foot-page,
And said, Run speedilie,

And fetch my ain dear sister's son,
Sir Hugh Montgomery.

'My nephew good,' the Douglas said, 'What recks the death of ane! Last night I dreamd a dreary dream, And I ken the day's thy ain.

'My wound is deep; I fain would sleep;
Take thou the vanguard of the three,
And hide me by the braken-bush,
That grows on yonder lilye lee.

'O bury me by the braken-bush,
Beneath the blooming brier;

Let never living mortal ken

That ere a kindly Scot lies here.'

He lifted up that noble lord,

Wi the saut tear in his ee;

He hid him in the braken-bush,

That his merrie men might not see.

The moon was clear, the day drew near,
The spears in flinders flew,

But mony a gallant Englishman
Ere day the Scotsmen slew.

The Gordons good, in English blood
They steepd their hose and shoon;
The Lindsays flew like fire about,
Till all the fray was done.

The Percy and Montgomery met,
That either of other were fain;

They swapped swords, and they twa swat,
And aye the blood ran down between.

'Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy,' he said, 'Or else I vow I'll lay thee low!'

"To whom must I yield,' quoth Earl Percy, 'Now that I see it must be so?'

'Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,
Nor yet shalt thou yield to me;
But yield thee to the braken-bush,
That grows upon yon lilye lee.'

'I will not yield to a braken-bush,
Nor yet will I yield to a brier;
But I would yield to Earl Douglas,

Or Sir Hugh the Montgomery, if he were here.'

As soon as he knew it was Montgomery,
He struck his sword's point in the gronde;
The Montgomery was a courteous knight,
And quickly took him by the honde.

This deed was done at the Otterbourne,
About the breaking of the day;

Earl Douglas was buried at the braken-bush,
And the Percy led captive away.

ROBIN HOOD'S DEATH

WHEN Robin Hood and Little John

Down a down a down a down

Went oer yon bank of broom,

Said Robin Hood bold to Little John,

We have shot for many a pound.
Hey, etc.

But I am not able to shoot one shot more,
My broad arrows will not flee;
But I have a cousin lives down below,
Please God, she will bleed me.

Now Robin he is to fair Kirkly gone,

As fast as he can win;

But before he came there, as we do hear,
He was taken very ill.

And when he came to fair Kirkly-hall,

He knockd all at the ring,

But none was so ready as his cousin herself

For to let bold Robin in.

'Will you please to sit down, cousin Robin,' she said,

'And drink some beer with me?'

'No, I will neither eat nor drink,

Till I am blooded by thee.'

'Well, I have a room, cousin Robin,' she said,

'Which you did never see,

And if you please to walk therein,

You blooded by me shall be.'

She took him by the lily-white hand,
And led him to a private room,

And there she blooded bold Robin Hood,
While one drop of blood would run down.

She blooded him in a vein of the arm,
And locked him up in the room;
There did he bleed all the live-long day,
Until the next day at noon.

He then bethought him of a casement there,
Thinking for to get down;

But was so weak he could not leap,
He could not get him down.

He then bethought him of his bugle-horn, Which hung low down to his knee;

He set his horn unto his mouth,

And blew out weak blasts three.

Then Little John, when hearing him,
As he sat under the tree,

'I fear my master is now near dead,
He blows so wearily.'

Then Little John to fair Kirkly is gone,
As fast as he can dree;

But when he came to Kirkly-hall,
He broke locks two or three:

Until he came bold Robin to see,
Then he fell on his knee;
'A boon, a boon,' cries Little John,
'Master, I beg of thee.'

'What is that boon,' said Robin Hood,
'Little John, thou begs of me?'
'It is to burn fair Kirkly-hall,

And all their nunnery.'

'Now nay, now nay,' quoth Robin Hood, 'That boon I'll not grant thee;

I never hurt woman in all my life,
Nor men in woman's company.

'I never hurt fair maid in all my time,
Nor at mine end shall it be;
But give me my bent bow in my hand,
And a broad arrow I'll let flee;