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38. “The Baron of Grastoke ys com out of

the west, With hym a noble companye; 150 All they loge at your fathers thys nyght,

And the batell fayne wolde they see.” 39. “For Jhesus love," sayd Syr Harye Perssy,

"That dyed for yow and me, Wende to my

father

agayne, And saye thow sawe me not with yce. 40. "My trowth ys plyght to yonne Skottysh

knyght, It nedes me not to layne, That I schulde byde hym upon thys bent,

And I have hys trowth agayne.

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.

lorde my

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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' doth in the rayne;

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“Yelde the to me,” sayd the Dowglas,

“Or elles thow schalt be slayne.

52. “For I see by thy bryght bassonet,

Thow arte sum man of myght;
And so I do by thy burnysshed brande;

Thow arte an yerle, or elles a knyght.” 1 reward ? part 3 pike (fish) 4 aloud 5 smote 6 till ? Cologne steel 5 basinets 'smoke

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5. “Se yow, my meri men all,

And se yow what I see? Yonder I see an host of men,

I muse who they shold bee."

6. She thought he had ben her wed lord,

As he comd riding home;
Then was it traitur Captaine Care

The lord of Ester-towne.

“Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,

Wi the auld moone in hir arme,
And I feir, I feir, my deir master,

That we will cum to harme.”
O our Scots nobles wer richt laith 2
To weet their cork-heild schoone;

30 Bot lang owre 3 a’ the play wer playd,

Thair hats they swam aboone. 4 O lang, lang may their ladies sit,

Wi thair fans into their hand,
Or eir they se Sir Patrick Spence

Cum sailing to the land.
O lang, lang may the ladies stand,

Wi thair gold kems 5 in their hair,
Waiting for thair ain deir lords,
For they'll se thame na mair.

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Haf owre, haf owre to Aberdour,

It's fiftie fadom deip, And thair lies guid Sir Patrick Spence,

Wi the Scots lords at his feit.

9. Then bespacke the eldest sonne,

That was both whitt and redde: “O mother dere, geve over your howsse, Or elles we shalbe deade."

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10. “I will not geve over my hous," she

saithe,
“Not for feare of my lyffe;
It shalbe talked throughout the land,

The slaughter of a wyffe.

CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O GORDON 1. It befell at Martynmas,

When wether waxed colde,
Captaine Care said to his men,

“We must go take a holde.” 6
1 laugh ? loth 3 ere * above 5 combs castle

II. "Fetch me my pestilett,5

And charge me my gonne, 1 sick too-too 3 whither possess

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