128. Both the MSS. read here _Sir James_, but see above, Pt. I. ver. 112.--P.
162. Supposed to be son of Lord John Montgomery, who took Hotspur prisoner. In _The Hunting of the Cheviot_ this Sir Hugh is said to have been slain with an arrow.
From _Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border_, i. 354. In the _Complaynt of Scotland_ (1548), "The Persee and the Mongumrye met," (v. 117 of this piece,) occurs as the title, or rather the catchword, of one of the popular songs of the time.
It fell about the Lammas tide, When the muir-men win their hay, The doughty Douglas bound him to ride Into England, to drive a prey.
He chose the Gordons and the Græmes, 5 With them the Lindesays, light and gay;[L6] But the Jardines wald not with him ride,[L7] And they rue it to this day.
And he has burn'd the dales of Tyne, And part of Bambroughshire; 10 And three good towers on Reidswire fells, He left them all on fire.
And he march'd up to Newcastle, And rode it round about; "O wha's the lord of this castle, 15 Or wha's the lady o't?"
But up spake proud Lord Percy then, And O but he spake hie! "I am the lord of this castle, My wife's the lady gay." 20
"If thou'rt the lord of this castle, Sae weel it pleases me! For, ere I cross the Border fells, The tane of us shall die."
He took a lang spear in his hand, 25 Shod with the metal free, And for to meet the Douglas there, He rode right furiouslie.
But O how pale his lady look'd, Frae aff the castle wa', 30 When down before the Scottish spear She saw proud Percy fa'.
"Had we twa been upon the green, And never an eye to see, I wad hae had you, flesh and fell;[L35] 35 But your sword sall gae wi' me."
"But gae ye up to Otterbourne, And wait there dayis three; And if I come not ere three dayis end, A fause knight ca' ye me." 40
"The Otterbourne's a bonnie burn; 'Tis pleasant there to be; But there is nought at Otterbourne, To feed my men and me.
"The deer rins wild on hill and dale, 45 The birds fly wild from tree to tree; But there is neither bread nor kale, To fend my men and me.
"Yet I will stay at Otterbourne, Where you shall welcome be; 50 And if ye come not at three dayis end, A fause lord I'll ca' thee."
"Thither will I come," proud Percy said, "By the might of Our Ladye!" "There will I bide thee," said the Douglas, 55 "My troth I plight to thee."