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Hardvknate: Or, The Battle of Largs
He livit quhen Britons breach of faith The King of Norfe in rummer tyde,
Wroucht Scotland meikle wae; Puft up with powir and micht,
And ay his fword tauld to their fkaith, Landed in fair Scotland the yle,
He was their deidly fae. With mony a hardy knicht.
Hie on a hill his caftle ftude,
With halls and towirs a hicht,
And guidly chambers fair to fe.
Quhair he Jodgit mony a knicht,
His dame fae peirlefs anes and fair,
For chaft and bewtie deimt,
Nae marrow had in all the land,
Saif Elenor the queen.
Full thirtein fons to him fcho bare,
All men of valour ftout;
In bludy ficht with fword in hand
Nvne loft their lives bot doubt ;
The tydings to our gude Scots king
Came, as he fat at dyne,
With noble chiefs in braif aray,
Drinking the blude-reid wyne.
To horfe, to horfe, my royal Liege,
Zours faes ftand on the ftrand,
Full twenty thoufand gHttering {pears
The King of Norfe commands''
'Bring me my fteed Mage dapple gray,'
Our gude King raife and cry'd,'
"A truftier beaft in all the land
A Scots king nevir feyd .
Four zit remain, lang may they live Go, little page, tell Hardyknute, .'
. To ftand by liege and land: That lives on hill fae hie,
Hie was their fame, hie was their micht, To draw his fword, the dreid of faes,
. And hie was their command. And haft and follow me'.'
Great luve they bare to Fairly fair,
Their fifter faft and deir;
Her girdle fhawd her middle gimp,
And gowden glift her hair.
Quhat waefou wae her bewtie bred,
Waefou to zung and auld,
Waefou I trow to kyth and kin,
As ftory ever tauld:
The little page flew fwift as dart
Flung by his mafters arm :
"Cum down, cum down, Lord Hardy -
And rid zour King frae harm'.'^knute,
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Then reid reid grew his dark-brown che-
Sae did his dark-brown brow;
His luiks grew kene, as they were wont,
-■ In dangers great, to do. &c.