The most conspicuous officers Was brave Lord Willoughby. The next was Captain Norris, From field would never flee. Alas! there were no more, They fought with forty thousand then Upon the bloody shore. 'Stand to it, noble pikeman, And look you round about: And we will keep them out: And then the bloody enemy Not doubting to prevail: The wounded men on both sides fell Most piteous for to see, But nothing could the courage quell Of brave Lord Willoughby. For seven hours to all men's view This fight endurèd sore, Until our men so feeble grew That they could fight no more; And then upon dead horses When they had fed so freely, For the favour they had found; The sharp steel-pointed arrows Then quoth the Spanish general, 'Come, let us march away, I fear we shall be spoiled all For yonder comes Lord Willoughby He will not give one inch of ground And when the fearful enemy Which echoed through the sky: This news was brought to England 'O! this is brave Lord Willoughby, My love that ever won: Of all the lords of honour 'Tis he great deeds hath done!' To the soldiers that were maimèd, She quit and set them free: Of brave Lord Willoughby. Then courage, noble Englishmen, If that we be but one to ten, To fight with foreign enemies, XXVIII HUGHIE THE GRÆME GOOD Lord Scroope to the hills is gane, And he has grippit Hughie the Græme 'Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be! 'I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief; But as they were dealing their blows so free, And both so bloody at the time, Over the moss came ten yeomen so tall, All for to take bold Hughie the Græme. O then they grippit Hughie the Græme, And brought him up through Carlisle town: The lads and lasses stood on the walls, Crying, 'Hughie the Græme, thou'se ne'er gae down!' 'O loose my right hand free,' he says, 'And gie me my sword o' the metal sae fine, He's no in Carlisle town this day Daur tell the tale to Hughie the Græme.' If ye'll grant Hughie the Græme to me.' 'O haud your tongue,' the Bishop says, Up then and spake the fair Whitefoord, 'O haud your tongue now, lady fair, Were he but the one Graham of the name, They've ta'en him to the gallows knowe, He looked to the gallows tree, Yet never colour left his cheek, |