{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/eng/child/ch168.htm","path":"neu/eng/child/ch168.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/eng/child/ch168.htm","text":"168A.1 KING JAMIE hath made a vow,\nKeepe it well if he may!\nThat he will be at lovely London\nUpon Saint James his day.\n168A.2 \u2018Upon Saint James his day at noone,\nAt faire London will I be,\nAnd all the lords in merrie Scotland,\nThey shall dine there with me.\u2019\n168A.3 Then bespake good Queene Margaret,\nThe teares fell from her eye:\n\u2018Leave off these warres, most noble king,\nKeepe your fidelitie.\n168A.4 \u2018The water runnes swift and wondrous deepe,\nFrom bottome unto the brimme;\nMy brother Henry hath men good enough;\nEngland is hard to winne.\u2019\n168A.5 \u2018Away,\u2019 quoth he, \u2019with this silly foole!\nIn prison fast let her lie:\nFor she is come of the English bloud,\nAnd for these words she shall dye.\u2019\n168A.6 With that bespake Lord Thomas Howard,\nThe queenes chamberlaine that day:\n\u2018If that you put Queene Margaret to death,\nScotland shall rue it alway.\u2019\n168A.7 Then in a rage King Jamie did say,\n\u2018Away with this foolish mome!\nHe shall be hanged, and the other be burned,\nSo soone as I come home.\u2019\n168A.8 At Flodden Field the Scots came in,\nWhich made our English men faine;\nAt Bramstone Greene this battaile was seene,\nThere was King Jamie slaine.\n168A.9 Then presently the Scots did flie,\nTheir cannons they left behind;\nTheir ensignes gay were won all away,\nOur souldiers did beate them blinde.\n168A.10 To tell you plaine, twelve thousand were slaine\nThat to the fight did stand,\nAnd many prisoners tooke that day,\nThe best in all Scotland.\n168A.11 That day made many [a] fatherlesse child,\nAnd many a widow poore,\nAnd many a Scottish gay lady\nSate weeping in her bower.\n168A.12 Jack with a feather was lapt all in leather,\nHis boastings were all in vaine;\nHe had such a chance, with a new morrice-dance,\nHe never went home againe.","title":"The Child Ballads: 168. Flodden Field","type":"page"}