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Then reid reid grow his dark brown cheiks,

Sae did his dark-brown brow;
His luiks grew kene, as they were wont,

In dangers great to do;
He hes tane a horn as grene as ass,

And gien five sounds sae shrill,
That creis in

grene

wod schuke thereat, Sae loud

rang

ilka hill.

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His fons in manly sport and glie,

Had past that summers morn,
Quhen low down in a graffy dale,

They heard their fatheris horn.
That horn, quod they, neir sounds in peace,

We haif other sport to byde.
And fune they heyd them up the hill,

And sunę were at his fyde.

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** Late late the zestrene I weind in peace

To end my lengthned life,
My age micht weil excuse my arm

Frae manly feats of stryfe ;
But now that Norse dois proudly boast

Fair Scotland to inthrall,
Its neir be said of Hardyknute,

He feard to ficht or fall,

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“ Robin of Rothsay, bend thy bow,

Thy arrows fchute fae leil, Mony a comely countenance

They haif turnd to deidly pale. Brade Thomas tak ze but zour lance,

Ze neid nae weapons mair, Gif ze ficht weit as ze did anes

Gainst Westmorlands ferfs heir,

ge

“ Malcom, licht of fute as stag

That runs in forest wyld,
Get me my thousands thrie of men

Well bred to sword and fchield :
Bring me my horse and harnisine

My blade of mettal cleir.
If faes kend but the hand it bare,

They sune had fled for feir.

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« Fareweil my dame fae peirless gude,

(And tuke hir by the hand,) Fairer to nie in

age zou seim, Than maids for bewtie famd : Miy zoungest son sall here remain

To guard these stately towirs, And shut the filver bolt that keips,

Sae fact zour painted bowirs."

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And he has ridden owre muir and moss,

Owre hills and mony a glen, Quhen he came to a wounded knicht

Making a heavy mane; “ Here maun I lye, here maun I dye,

By treacheries false gyles; Witless I was that eir gaif faith

To wicked womans (myles.”

« Sir knicht, gin ze were in my bowir,

To lean on filken feat,
My ladyis kyndlie care zoud prove,

Quha neir kend deidly hate :
Hir self wald watch ze all the day,

Hir maids a deid of nicht;
And Fairly fair zour heart wald cheir,

As scho stands in zgur sicht.

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“ Aryse

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Aryse young

knicht, and mount zour iteid,
Full lowns the thynand day :
Cheis frae my menzie quhom ze pleis

To leid ze on the way.”
With smyless luke, and visage wan

The wounded knicht replyd,
“ Kynd chiftain, zour intent pursue,

For heir I maun abyde.

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To me nae after day nor nicht,

Can eir be sweit or fair,
But sune beneath fum draping tree,
Cauld death fall end

my

care." With him nae pleiding micht prevail ;

Brave Hardyknute in to gain, With faireft words and reason strong,

Strave courteously in vain,

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Syne he has gane far hynd attowre

Lord Chattans land sae wyde ; That lord a worthy wicht was ay,

Quhen faes his courage seyd:
Of Pictish race by mothers fyde,

Quhen Pics ruld Caledon,
Lord Chattan claimd the princely maid,

Quhen he faift Pictish crown.

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Now

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Now with his ferss and stalwart train,

He reicht a ryfing heicht, Quhair braid encampit on the dale,

Norss menzie lay in ficht. “ Zonder my

valiant fons and ferss, Our raging revers wait On the unconquerit Scottish swaird

To try with us their fate.

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Mak orisons to him that faift
Our fauls

upon

the rude ;
Syne braifly schaw zour veins ar filld

With Caledonian blude."
Then furth he drew his trusty glaive,

Quhyle thousands all around
Drawn frae their fheaths glanft in the sun,

And loud the bougills found.

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To join his king adoun the hill

In haft his merch he made,
Quhyle, playand pibrochs, minstralls meit

Afore him ftatly strade.
- Thryfe welcum valziant stoup of weir,

Thy nations scheild and pryde ; Thy king nae reason has to feir

Quhen thou art be his fyde,"

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Quhen

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