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36. But when the batell byganne to joyne,

In hast ther cam a knyght;
The letters fayre furth hath he tayne,

And thus he sayd full ryght:

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37. “My lorde your father he gretes yow well,

Wyth many a noble knyght;
He desyres yow to byde

That he may see thys fyght.

43. “Wherefore schote, archars, for my sake,

And let scharpe arowes flee; 170 Mynstrells, playe up for your waryson,

And well quyt it schall bee. 44. “Every man thynke on hys trewe-love,

And marke hym to the Trenite;
For to God I make myne avowe

Thys day wyll I not flee.” 45. The blodye harte in the Dowglas armes,

Hys standerde stood on hye,
That every man myght full well knowe;

By syde stode starrës thre. 46. The whyte lyon on the Ynglyssh perte,

For soth as I yow sayne,
The lucettes 3 and the cressawntes both;

The Skottes faught them agayne. 47. Upon Sent Androwe lowde can they crye,

And thrysse they schowte on hyght, And syne merked them one owr Yng

lysshe men,

As I have tolde yow ryght. 48. Sent George the bryght, owr Ladyes

knyght, To name they were full fayne; 190 Owr Ynglyssh men they cryde on hyght,

And thrysse they schowtte agayne. 49. Wyth that scharpe arowes bygan to flee,

I tell yow in sertayne;
Men of armes byganne to joyne,

Many a dowghty man was ther slayne. 50. The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,

That ether of other was fayne;
They swapped 5 together whyll 6 that

they swette,

Wyth swordes of fyne collayne:? 200 51. Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes 8

ranne,
As the roke o doth in the rayne;
“Yelde the to me," sayd the Dowglas,

“Or elles thow schalt be slayne.

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53. “By my good faythe,” sayd the noble Of fowre and forty thowsande Scottes Perssye,

Went but eyghtene awaye. “Now haste thou rede 1 full ryght ; 210 Yet wyll I never yelde me to the, 63. Ther was slayne upon the Ynglysshe syde, Whyll I may stonde and fyght.”

For soth and sertenlye,

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A gentell knyght, Syr Jhon Fechewe, 54. They swapped together whyll that they Yt was the more pety.

swette, Wyth swordës scharpe and long; 64. Syr James Hardbotell ther was slayne, Ych on other so faste they beette,

For hym ther hartes were sore; Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn. The gentyll Lovell ther was slayne,

That the Perssys standerd bore. 55. The Perssy was a man of strenghth, I tell yow in thys stounde ; ?

65. Ther was slayne upon the Ynglyssh perte, He smote the Dowglas at the swordes

For soth as I yow saye,
length

Of nyne thowsand Ynglyssh men
That he fell to the growynde.

Fyve hondert cam awaye.

260 56. The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte, 66. The other were slayne in the fylde; I tell yow in sertayne;

Cryste kepe ther sowlles from wo! To the harte he cowdę 3 hym smyte,

Seyng 1 ther was so fewe fryndes
Thus was the Dowglas slayne.

Agaynst so many a foo. 57. The stonderdes stode styll on eke a 4 syde, 67. Then on the morne they mayde them Wyth many a grevous grone;

beerys Ther they fowght the day, and all the Of byrch and haysell graye; nyght,

Many a wydowe, wyth wepyng teyres, And many a dowghty man was slayne. Ther makes they fette ? awaye. 58. Ther was no freke 5 that ther wolde flye, 68. Thys fraye bygan at Otterborne,

But styffely in stowre 6 can stond, 230 Bytwene the nyght and the day; 270 Ychone hewyng on other whyll they Ther the Dowglas lost hys lyffe, myght drye,

And the Perssy was lede awaye.
Wyth many a bayllefull bronde.

69. Then was ther a Scottysh prisoner tayne, 59. Ther was slayne upon the Skottës syde,

Syr Hewe Mongomery was hys name; For soth and sertenly,

For soth as I yow saye, Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,

He borowed 3 the Perssy home agayne. That day that he cowde 3 dye.

70. Now let us all for the Perssy praye 60. The yerlle of Mentaye he was slayne,

To Jhesu most of myght, Grysely 8 groned upon the growynd; To bryng hys sowlle to the blysse of heven, Syr Davy Skotte, Syr Water Stewarde,

For he was a gentyll knyght. 280 Syr Jhon of Agurstoune.

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SIR PATRICK SPENS 61. Syr Charlles Morrey in that place, That never a fote wold flee;

The king sits in Dumferling toune,
Syr Hewe Maxwell, a lord he was,

Drinking the blude-reid wine:
Wyth the Dowglas dyd he dye.

“O whar will I get guid sailor,

To sail this schip of mine?" 62. Ther was slayne upon the Skottës syde, For soth as I yow saye,

Up and spak an eldern knicht,

Sat at the kings richt kne: 1 discerned ? time 3 did every man battle 7 endure fearfully

I seeing 2 fetched 3 ransomed

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