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THE SCOTTISH BORDER. 31
Now, is't na time, brothers,''' he cried,
'• Now, is't na time to flee ?""
Ay, by my sooth !" they baith rephed,
" Well bear you company ."'■'
The youngest turn'd him in a path,
And drew a bvu-nish\l brand.
And fifteen of the foremost slew,
Till back the lave did stand.
He spurr''d the grey into the path,
Till baith his sides they bled —
" Grey ! thou maun carry me away,
" Or mv life lies in wad !""
The captain lookit ower the wa\
About the break o"' day ;
There he beheld the three Scots lads.
Pursued along the way.
" Pull up portcullize ! down draw-brigg
" My nephews are at hand ;
" And they sail lodge wi' me to-night,
" In spite of all England."

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