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THE SCOTTISH BORDER. l69
With gun and genzie,* bow and spier,
Men might see mony a cracked crown I
But up amang the merchant geir,
They were as busy as we were down.
The swallow tail frae tackles flew,
Five hundreth flain-f- into a flight,
But we had pestelets enew,
And shot among them as we might.
With help of God the game gade right,
Frae time the foremost of them fell ;
Then ower the know without goodnight,
They ran with mony a shout and yell.
But after they had turned backs,
Yet Tindaill men they turn''d again ;
And had not been the merchant packs.
There had been mae of Scotland slain.
But, Jesu ! if the folks were fain
To put the bussing on their thies ;
And so they fled, wi' a' their main,
Down ower the brae, like clogged bees.
* Genzie — Engine of war
-f- Flam — Arrows ; hitherto absurdly printed slain.

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