Hotspur
Squire, bring my armor, my sword and my destrier,
I’ve raised an army to break Henry’s power.
South from the Humber, we’ve marched to the Severn
with Douglas of Scotland, to join with Glendower.
Ready your weapons and don warlike harness,
the king rides to greet us at Shrewsbury town.
He’ll pay what he ows me or fight on the morrow,
the Blue Lion of Percy will bloody the ground.
Hal prince of Wales has brought forth an army,
to halt us he’s planning, he bars not to me.
Yon rides his father, a king made by Percy,
his host in the thousands, a hard fight will be.
So let loose your clothyards, my stout Cheshire yeomen,
the hiss of your bowstrings is soft as a sigh.
Now king’s knights you’ve halted, so up roar the horsemen,
we charge for the center, brave Douglas and I.
Lay low a sergeant, and then slay his master,
rend through the armor and hew clear a way.
There by the banner, a king rides before me,
I swear by my honor, ‘tis his final day.
But prince Hal has broken my right wing of battle,
he comes for his father, awhirlin’ around.
Now one of his yeomen has sent me an arrow,
the Blue Lion of Percy is pulled to the ground.
Squire, bring my armor, my sword and my destrier,
I’ll live forever to spite Bolingbroke.
Know then of Hotspur, who died by the Severn,
and list what was heard, when Lord Percy spoke:
Ready your weapons and don warlike harness,
the king rides to greet us at Shrewsbury town.
He’ll pay what he ows me or fight on the morrow,
the Blue Lion of Percy will bloody the ground.
T&M: Andrew Lyon of Wolvenwood (SCA)
Bericht über eine historische Schlacht bei Shrewsbury. Lord Percy, „der Blaue Löwe“, zieht mit Douglas von Schottland gegen den König. Er verspricht, den Boden mit Blut zu tränken. Schließlich ist es sein eigenes Blut (unter anderem).
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