Ballad Book by Unknown
page 90 of 255 (35%)
page 90 of 255 (35%)
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At the laste a squyar of Northombelonde Lokyde at his hand full ny; He was war ath the doughetie Doglas comynge, With him a myghtA" meany; Both with spear, byll, and brande; Yt was a myghti sight to se; Hardyar men both off hart nar hande Wear not in ChristiantA". The wear twenty hondrith spear-men good, WithowtA" any fayle; The wear borne along be the watter a Twyde, Yth bowndes of Tividale. "Leave off the brytlyng of the dear," he sayde, "And to your bowys lock ye tayk good heed; For never sithe ye wear on your mothars borne Had ye never so mickle need." The dougheti Dogglas on a stede He rode aft his men beforne; His armor glytteryde as dyd a glede; A bolder barne was never born. "Tell me what men ye ar," he says, "Or whos men that ye be: Who gave youe leave to hunte in this Chyviat chays, In the spyt of me?" |
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