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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
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;
Many a dowghty man was ther slayne.
50. The Perssy and the Dowglas mette,
That ether of other was fayne;
Wyth swordes of fyne collayne: 200 51. Tyll the bloode from ther bassonnettes 8
“Or elles thow schalt be slayne.
52. “For I see by thy bryght bassonet,
Thow arte sum man of myght;
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
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;
The lord of Ester-towne.
“Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi the auld moone in hir arme,
That we will cum to harme.”
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,
Cum sailing to the land.
Wi thair gold kems 5 in their hair,
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."
10. “I will not geve over my hous," she
The slaughter of a wyffe.
CAPTAIN CAR, OR, EDOM O GORDON 1. It befell at Martynmas,
When wether waxed colde,
“We must go take a holde.” 6
II. "Fetch me my pestilett,5
And charge me my gonne, 1 sick too-too 3 whither possess