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anon, The father, the son, and the uncle all three; Then shall you deem, lord, with your own mouth then, What shall be the death of them all three. Then a block was cast upon the ground, Thereon the lord's head was laid, A slave over his head can stand, And thus that time to him thus said: In faith there is no other booty tho', But need that thou must be dead. Harrington in hart was full woe, When he saw that the lord must needs be dead. He said, our ray breaketh on ev'ry side, We put our feyld in jepordie. He took up the lord that tyde, King Richard after did him never see. Then they blew up their bewgles of brass, That made many a wife to cry alas! And many a wive's child fatherlesse; They shott of guns then very fast, Over their heads they could them throw: Arrows flew them between, As thick as any hayle or snowe, As then that time might plaine be seene; Then Rees ap Thomas with the black raven, Shortly he brake their array; Then with thirty thousand fighting men The Lord Pearcy went his way; The Duke of Northefolke wou'd have fledd with a good will, With twenty thousand of his company, They went up to a wind millne uppon a hill, That stood soe fayre and wonderousse hye; There he met Sir John Savage, a royall knight, And with him a worthy company; To the death was he then dight, And his sonne prisoner taken was he; Then the Lord Alroes began for to flee, And so did many other moe; When King Richard that sight did see, In his heart hee was never soe woe: I pray you, my merry men, be not away, For upon this field will I like a man dye, For I had rather dye this day, Then with the Standley prisoner to be. A knight to King Richard can say there, Good Sir William of Harrington; He said, sir king, it hathe no peer, Upon this feyld to death to be done, For there may no man these dints abide; Low, your horse is ready at your hand: Sett the crown upon my head that tyde, Give me my battle axe in my hand; I make a vow to myld Mary that is so bright, I will dye the king of merry England. Besides his head they hewed the crown down right, That after he was not able to stand; They dinge him downe as they were woode, They beat his bassnet to his heade, Until the braynes came out with the bloode; They never left him till he was dead. Then carryed they him to Leicester, And pulled his head under his feet. Bessye mett him with a merry cheare, And with these words she did him greete; How like you the killing of my brethren dear? Welcome, gentle uncle, home! Great solace ytt was to see and hear, When the battell yt was all done; I tell you, masters, without lett, When the Red Rosse soe fair of hew, And young Bessye together mett, It was great joy I say to you. A bishopp then marryed with a ringe The two bloods of great renowne. Bessy said, now may we singe, Wee two bloods are made all one. The Earle of Darby hee was there, And Sir William Stanley, that noble knight, Upon their heads he set the crown so fair, That was made of gould so bright. And there he came under a cloud, That some time in England looked full high; But then the hart he lost his head, That after no man cou'd him see. But Jesus, that is both bright and shine, And born was of mylde Mary, Save and keepe our noble kinge, And also the poore commentie. Amen.
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