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IF THE FORRAY
Suld parfonalis and lordis be,
Forow thame all that chaifland weir,
The King follouit ane bow dracht neir.
And burffiuale richt fail him bair.
His feit he fparit na thing thair,
The erd dintit he raid fa faft,
And fyre out of the flint braft,
Gaudifere faw him cummand neir.
And be the fcheild of Syper cleir,
Quhairin he faw an Egill ftand,
In to the caftell of gold gletand,
He knew thairby it was the King.
And than withoutin mare letting.
His hors to him he turnit in hy,
And lauchand faid him courtelly,
Zow nedis nocht fa faft to ryde.
For I fall zou richt heir abyde,
Gif that zow lykis to iuft with me.
This land the dukis fuld be all fre.
And I will challange it to day.
With that withoutin mare delay.
Thai dreffit thame for thair lufting,
And on thair fcheilds at thair meting,
Thare fperis all to fchunder braft.
Thare hors war ftark and hyit faft.
And thai war baith ftout and hardy.
With thair bodyis as thai raid by,
Thai hurkillit and with fcheildis fa.
That goldin buckillis brak in tua,
Helmis and mailzeis to frufchit ar
And baith thair vifage hurt richt thair.
Till throw the ventale ran the blude
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