Sir Walter Scott and the Border Minstrelsy by Andrew Lang
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For Scotland's conquerd up and down Landsmen we'll never be: Now will you go my brethren two, And try some jeopardy Then they hae saddled two black horse, Two black horse and a grey And they are on to Edwardes host Before the dawn of day When they arriv'd before the host They hover'd on the ley Will you lend me our King's standard To carry a little way Where was thou bred where was thou born Wherein in what country - In the north of England I was born What needed him to lie. A knight me got a lady bare I'm a squire of high renown I well may bear't to any king, That ever yet wore crown. He ne'er came of an Englishman Had sic an ee or bree But thou art likest auld Maitlen That ever I did see |
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