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HARDIKNUTE.
A Fragment of an old heroic Ballad,
I.
STATELY ftept he eaft the wa,
And ftately ftept he weft,
Full feventy years he now had feen,
With fcarce feven years of reft.
He liv'd when Britons breach of faith
Wrought Scotland meikle wae :
And ay his fword tauld to their coft,
He was their deadly fae.
ir.
Hie on a hill his caftle ftude,
With halls and tours a hight,
And guidly chambers fair to fee,
Where he lodg'd mony a knight.
His dame fae peirlefs anes and fair,
For chaft and beauty deimt,
Nae marrow' had in all the land,
Save Elenor the Queen.
III.
Full thirteen fons to him ihe bare,
All men of valour ftout;
In bluidy fight, with fword in hand,
Nyne loft their lives bot doubt ;
Four yet remain, lang may they live
To ftand by liege and land :
Hie was their fame, hie was their might,
And hie was their command.
IV.
Great love they bare to Fairly fair,
Their filler faft and deir,
Her girdle fhawd her middle jimp,
And gowden glift her hair.
What waefou wae her bewtie bred ?
Waefou to young and auld.
Waefou I trow to kyth and kin,
As ftory ever tauld. The

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