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The rest in Chevy-Chace were slaine, Under the greene woode tree.

Next day did many widdowes come,
Their husbands to bewayle;
They washt their wounds in brinish teares,
But all wold not prevayle.

Their bodyes, bathed in purple blood,
They bore with them away:
They kist them dead a thousand times,
Ere they were cladd in clay.

The newes was brought to Eddenborrow, Where Scottrands king did raigne, That brave Erle Douglas suddenlye

Was with an arrow slaine:

'O heavy newes,' King James did say, 'Scottland can witnesse bee,

I have not any captaine more
Of such account as hee.'

Like tydings to King Henry came
Within as short a space,
That Percy of Northumberland

Was slaine in Chevy-Chase:

'Now God be with him,' said our king,
'Sith 'twill noe better bee;

I trust I have, within my realme,
Five hundred as good as hee:

Yett shall not Scotts nor Scottland say,
But I will vengeance take:
I'll be revenged on them all,

For brave Erle Percy's sake.'

This vow full well the king perform'd
After, at Humbledowne;
In one day, fifty knights were slayne,
With lords of high renowne:

And of the rest, of small account,

Did many hundreds dye.
Thus endeth the hunting of Chevy-Chase,
Made by the Erle Percy.

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

THE CHILDREN IN THE WOOD.

THIS charming ballad was published in London, 1595, "being entered in that year on the Stationers' Books." Our version is taken from an old copy in the British Museum, which bears this quaint title: "The Norfolk Gentleman's Last Will and Testament; who, on his death-bed, committed the keeping of his two children, a boy and girl, to his own brother, who did most wickedly cause them to be destroyed, that so he might possess himself and children of the estate; but, by the just judg ments of the Almighty, himself and all that he had was destroyed from off the face of the earth To the tune of Rogers. London: Printed by and for W. D., and sold by C. Boxes, at the Sun and Bible in Gilt-Spur Street." Dr. Percy, however, has given a different version in his Reliques. The learned prelate considered the subject of the Ballad to have been taken from an old play, “Of a young child murthered in a wood by two ruffians, with the consent of his unkle; by Robert Yarrington, 1601," the story being similar in its leading features, although the scene of the drama is laid, not in Norfolk, but in Padua. The previous entry on the Stationers' Books, of which Dr. Percy could not have been aware, seems to convict this great author of an error. And in truth for a subject, so natural, so simple, so unadorned, it were scarcely necessary to look very far. What can be more probable than that the event embodied in this Ballad, actually occurred, in the locality given to it in the early printed copy. There is an air of truth pervading it, which constitutes half its beauty. Addison calls it "one of the darling songs of the common people, and the delight of most Englishmen in some parts of their age." Perhaps the best proof of its intrinsic excellence is to be found in its great popularity with children. We know not any fairy tale, that speaks so earnestly, and so immediate ly, to the infant heart. It may not excite their imaginations, but it takes root in their young sympathies.

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