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Traditional
  1. God prosper long our noble king, Our lives and safeties all;
    A woeful hunting once there did, In Chevy Chase befall.
  2. The stout Earl of Northumberland, A vow to God did make,
    His pleasure in the Scottish woods, Three summer's days to take;
  3. The ohiefest harts in Chevy Chase, To kill and bear away.
    These tidings to Earl Douglas came, In Scotland where he lay:
  4. Who sent Earl Percy present word, He would prevent his sport.
    The English earl, not fearing that, Did to the woods resort.
  5. With fifteen hundred bow-men bold, All chosen men of might,
    Who knew full well in time of need, To aim their shafts aright.
  6. Lord Percy to the quarry went, To view the slaughtered deer.
    Quoth he, Earl Douglas promised, This day to meet me here:
  7. Lo, yonder doth Earl Douglas come, His men in armour bright;
    Full twenty hundred Scottish spears, All marching in our sight.
  8. Earl Douglas on his milk-white steed, Most like a baron bold,
    Rode foremost of his company, Whose armour shone like gold.
  9. Show me, said he, whose men you be, That hunt so boldly here
    That, without my consent, do chase, And kill my fallow-deer.
  10. Ere thus I will out-braved be, One of us two shall die:
    I know thee well, an earl thou art; Lord Percy, so am I.
  11. Let thou and I the battle try, And set our men aside.
    Accurst be he, Earl Percy said, By whom this is denied.
  12. With that, there came an arrow keen, Out of English bow,
    Which struck Earl Douglas to the heart, A deep and deadly blow:
  13. Who never spake more words than these, Fight on, my merry men all;
    For why, my life is at an end; Lord Percy sees my fall.
  14. This fight did last from break of day, Till setting of the sun;
    For when they rung the evening-bell, The battle scarce was done.
  15. God save our king, and bless this land, With plenty, joy, and peace;
    And grant henceforth, that foul debate, 'Twixt noblemen may cease.

From the collection Songs From Hazzards Huzzah