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THE GREAT BATTELL
And recouerit his mychtis Ilka deill,
This was ane day in the morning,
That riffin was the nobill King,
his duzeperis with him war.
That ane gude quhyle had foiornit thare,
Porrus come furth that lang had lyne,
With him Marciane his coufme,
The Bauderane can the madynis lede,
And fa before the King thay zeid,
And helfit him with courtafy.
The King thame honorit gretumly,
Wpone ane carpet thare was fpred,
Thay fat doun by the Kingis bed,
Gaudefeir was thare and Betys,
And Alexander the King of prys,
Than he defyred the Mariage,
To fbnfhe thare weir thare ire to fuage,
Sa fall he lufe in thocht and deid.
And gif it failzeis as God forbeid,
Gif ony wrangis zow lat me wit,
and gif God will I fall mend it.
Than thay thanldt the King haly.
Our all the land thay gart cry.
That all fuld cum foroutin thra,
Knichtis and ladeis come alfa,
Gaudefeir gart fone ftentit be,
Pauillonis quhare thay mire menze.
May all aflembill in the planis,
For thay may nocht ete all atanis,
AT the citie of Effezoun,
Quhat outwith and within the toun
thare was ane full great afTemble.
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