“Certainly, I must confess my own barbarousness, I never heard the old song of Percy and Douglas that I found not my heart moved more than with a trumpet.”

—  Philip Sidney

Page 99.
The old song is usually known as "The Ballad of Chevy Chase" or "The Hunting of the Cheviot".
An Apology of Poetry, or The Defence of Poesy (1595)

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