Ballad Book by Unknown
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page 99 of 255 (38%)
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"God have merci on his soil," sayd kyng Harry, "Good lord, yf thy will it be! I have a hondrith captayns in Ynglonde," he sayd, "As good as ever was hee: But PersA", and I brook my lyffe, Thy deth well quyte shall be." As our noble kyng mayd his a-vowe, Lyke a noble prince of renowen, For the deth of the lord PersA" He dyde the battell of Hombyll-down: Wher syx and thrittA" Skottishe knyghtes On a day wear beaten down; Glendale glytteryde on ther armor bryght, Over castill, towar, and town. This was the Hontynge off the Cheviat; That tear begane this spurn: Old men that knowen the grownde well yenoughe, Call it the Battell of Otterburn. At Otterburn began this spurne Uppon a monnynday: Ther was the dougghtA" Doglas slean, The PersA" never went away. Ther was never a tym on the March partes Sen the Doglas and the PersA" met, |
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