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canto ir. A KEPPOCH SONG. 93
For filthy lucre breaks the bond,
Ancient laws are now bemoan'd.
Say now the cause of Barlaw dire,
And why that waste of martial fire;
Doth Ennerlochy laurels yield,
Where kindred blood did stain the field :
Say is it glory for the Scot,
That faith and love be quite forgot ;
That Bannockburn should quite expire,.
By th' ruin of its potent sire?
Doth Heaven prosper such events;
Who can approve ingrate intents?
What laurels spring on Flodden-field*,
No Ronald there the Scots to shield?
Scotia, but the tool of France,
A Norfolk's fame doth high advance:
But still a Scott doth win the day,
And Walters purse attests the lay.
* Flodden-, or Flouden-field, where the Scots were defeated
by the English, under the command of the Earl of Surry,
Earl Marshal of England ; James the Fourth, with the flower
of the Scottish nobility, being slain in the action, anno 1513.
In consideration of this, and other gallant services, Surry hid
the title of Duke of Norfolk restored to him. — British Plu-
tarcfy.

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