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When lo ! down in a grafly dale,
They heard their father's horn .
That horn, quoth they, neer founds in peact^
We have other /port to. by del
And Toon they heyd them up the hill,
And foon were at his fyde.
X.
;Late, late yeftreen I nveind in peace
To end my lengthned life,.
My age might nveil excufe my arm
Frae manly feats of ft rife ;
But no<w that Norfe does -proudly boxft
Fair Scotland to enthrall,
Its neir be faid of Hardy knute,
He fear d to fight or fall.
XL
; Robin of Rothfay, lend thy bo<z® 9
Thy arrow fhoot fae lei I,
Mony a comely countenance
They have turnd to deidly pale :
JBrade Thomas, tak ye but your lance s
Ye neid nae weapons mair,
iGif ye fight c weit as ye did anes
'Gainfi We&mortend's fierce heir,
■XII.
Malcom, light of foot as flag
That runs in forefl wyld,
dGet me my thousands three of men
Well bred to Jword and fhield;
Bring me my horfe and harnifine,
My blade of metial cleir.
i f faes kend but the hand it bare,
They foon had fled for fear.
XIII.
Farewell, my dame, fae pierlefs good P
And took her by the hand,
Fairer to me in age you feem,
Than maids for bewty fattfd?
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