quoth the Spanish general,
'Come, let us march away,
I fear we shall be spoiled all
If that we longer stay:
For yonder comes Lord Willoughby
With courage fierce and fell,
He will not give one inch of ground
For all the devils in hell.'

And when the fearful enemy
Was quickly put to flight,
Our men pursued courageously
To rout his forces quite;
And at last they gave a shout
Which echoed through the sky:
'God, and St. George for England!'
The conquerors did cry.

This news was brought to England
With all the speed might be,
And soon our gracious Queen was told
Of this same victory.
'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 maimed,
And wounded in the fray,
The queen allowed a pension
Of fifteen pence a day,
And from all costs and charges
She quit and set them free:
And this she did all for the sake
Of brave Lord Willoughby.

Then courage, noble Englishmen,
And never be dismayed!
If that we be but one to ten,
We will not be afraid
To fight with foreign enemies,
And set our country free.
And thus I end the bloody bout
Of brave Lord Willoughby.

XXVIII

HUGHIE THE GRAEME

Good Lord Scroope to the hills is gane,
Hunting of the fallow deer;
And he has grippit Hughie the Graeme
For stealing of the Bishop's mare.

'Now, good Lord Scroope, this may not be!
Here hangs a broadsword by my side;
And if that thou canst conquer me,
The matter it may soon be tried.'

'I ne'er was afraid of a traitor thief;
Although thy name be Hughie the Graeme,
I'll make thee repent thee of thy deeds,
If God but grant me life and time.'

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 Graeme.

O then they grippit Hughie the Graeme,
And brought him up through Carlisle town:
The lads and lasses stood on the walls,
Crying, 'Hughie the Graeme, 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 Graeme.'

Up then and spake the brave Whitefoord,
As he sat by the Bishop's knee,
'Twenty whit