Ballad Book by Unknown
page 87 of 255 (34%)
page 87 of 255 (34%)
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That a kindly Scot lies here!"
He lifted up that noble lord, Wi' the saut tear in his e'e; And he hid him by the bracken bush, That his merry men might not see. The moon was clear, the day drew near, The spears in flinders flew; And many a gallant Englishman Ere day the Scotsmen slew. The Gordons gay, in English blude They wat their hose and shoon; The Lindsays flew like fire about, Till a' the fray was dune. The Percy and Montgomery met, That either of other was fain; They swakkit swords, and sair they swat, And the blude ran down between. "Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy!" he said, Or else I will lay thee low!" "To whom maun I yield," Earl Percy said, "Since I see that it maun be so?" "Thou shalt not yield to lord or loun, Nor yet shalt thou yield to me; But yield thee to the bracken-bush |
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