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The ftrength and fiarpnefs of my dart ;
Then fent it through his fyde :
Another arrow weil he markd
It pierc'd his neck in twa,
His hands then quat the filver reins,
He laigh as eard did fa.
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Sair hle'tds my leige, fair, fair he bkids.
Again with might he drew
And geilure dreid his fturdy bow,
- Fail: the braid arrow flew,
Wae to the knight he ettled at,
Lament now, Quene Elgried ;
Hie dames too waii your darlings fall*
His youth and comely meid.
xxvnr.
Wake off", take ajfhis coflly jupe
( Of gold weil was it twynd,
Knit lyke the fowlers net through which
His fteilly harnefs fhynd )
Take, Norfe, that gift frae me, and hid
Him <venge the blude it heirs ;
Say, if he face my bended bcvj,
He fur e nae weapon fears.
XXIX.
Proud Norfe with giant body tall,
Braid moulders and arms ftrong,
Cryd, Where is Hardyknutefae famd,
Andfeirdat Britains throne :
The Britons tremble at his name,
I foonfall make him wail
That eir my fword <was made fae /harp,
Saefaft his coat of mail.
XXX.
That brag his flout heart coud na byde,
j It lent him youthful might :
\ Tm Hardy knute this day, hecry'd,
To Scotlands king I height,
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