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Pro ^oulis.
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XXXVIII.
[DONE IS A BATTELL ON THE DRAGON
BEAK.]
DONE is a battell on the dragon blak,
Our campioun Chryst confoundit hes his force;
The 3ettis of hell ar brokin with a crak,
The signe trivmphall rasit is of the croce,
The diuillis trymmillis with hiddouss voce, 5
The saulis ar borrowit and to the bliss can go,
Chryst with his blud our ransonis dois indoce :
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchre.
Dungin is the deidly dragon Lucifer,
The crewall serpent with the mortall stang; 1 o
The auld kene tegir, with his teith on char,
Quhilk in a wait hes lyne for ws so lang,
Thinking to grip ws in his clowss Strang;
The mercifull Lord wald nocht that it wer so,
He maid him for to fekje of that fang : 15
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.
He for our saik that sufferit to be slane,
And lyk a lamb in sacrifice wes dicht,
Is lyk a lyone rissin vp agane,
And as gyane raxit him on hicht; 20
Sprungin is Aurora radius and bricht,
On loft is gone the glorius Appollo,
The blisfull day departit fro the nycht:
Surrexit Dominus de sepulchro.

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