Ballad Book by Unknown
page 93 of 255 (36%)
page 93 of 255 (36%)
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A captayne good yenoughe,
And that was sene verament, For he wrought hom both woo and wouche. The Dogglas pertyd his ost in thre, Lyk a cheffe cheften off pryde, With suar speares off myghttA" tre, The cum in on every syde: Thrughe our Yngglishe archery Gave many a wounde full wyde; Many a doughete the garde to dy, Which ganyde them no pryde. The Yngglyshe men let thear bowys be, And pulde owt brandes that wer bright; It was a hevy syght to se Bryght swordes on basnites lyght. Throrowe ryche male and myneyeple, Many sterne the stroke downe streght; Many a freyke, that was full fre, Ther undar foot dyd lyght. At last the Duglas and the PersA" met, Lyk to captayns of myght and of mayne; The swapte togethar tyll the both swat, With swordes that wear of fyn myllA n, Thes worthA" freckys for to fyght, |
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