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OF GADDERIS.
A dere God fais Pyrrus quhat I
Am of this meting richt happy,
My hart is full of lolite
Now think I fweit erne to be,
Honourit throw zow with great and fmall,
And for my awin dcidis with all,
Emynedus fayis my neuoy deir,
Se that thow hald the by me heir.
This is tlie perrillous battale.
That euer I faw in my trauell.
And thow my fone be fet fra me.
Schir laid the child or it fa be.
My fword fall be of blude all rede,
And I woundit neir to the deid.
PYRRVS that lord is of mountflour,
Richt douchty and of great valour.
He was Weill taucht in deid and faw,
Quhair he ane wickit man couth knaw.
He luiffit him nocht na wald him heir.
His laittis na his leffons leir.
His enfigne was of great renoun.
And fair dred with his fais felloun.
His worfhip fet thame in affray,
For he went all to fone away.
For he wald euer at hard melle,
At ftryking with the formaift be.
He ftraucht his fleid that ftithly ran,
And in the preis he plungit than.
And deidlyke dintis about him gaue,
His eme prayit God fould him faue.
I will record zow his faffoun,
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