Sir Walter Scott and the Border Minstrelsy by Andrew Lang
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The captain lookit owr the wa' Before the break o day There he beheld the three Scots lads Pursued alongst the way Pull up portculzies down draw briggs My nephews are at hame And they shall lodge wi' me to-night, In spite of all England Whene'er they came within the gate They thrust their horse them frae And took three lang spears in their hands, Saying, here sal come nae mae And they shott out and they shott in, Till it was fairly day When many of the Englishmen About the draw brigg lay. Then they hae yoked carts and wains To ca' their dead away And shot auld dykes aboon the lave In gutters where they lay The king in his pavilion door Was heard aloud to say Last night three o' the lads o' France My standard stole away |
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