And the Lord Maxwell in like case With Douglas he did die; Of twenty hundred Scottish spears, Scarce fifty-five did fly.
Of fifteen hundred Englishmen Went home but fifty-three; The rest in Chevy Chase were slain, Under the greenwood tree.
Next day did many widows come Their husbands to bewail; They washed their wounds in brinish tears, But all would not prevail.
Their bodies, bathed in purple blood, They bore with them away; They kissed them dead a thousand times Ere they were clad in clay.
This news was brought to Edinburgh, Where Scotland's king did reign, That brave Earl Douglas suddenly Was with an arrow slain.
"O heavy news!" King James did say, "Scotland may witness be I have not any captain more Of such account as he!"
Like tidings to King Henry came Within as short a space, That Piercy of Northumberland Was slain in Chevy Chase.
"Now God be with him!" said our king, "Sith 'twill no better be, I trust I have within my realm Five hundred as good as he!