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They layd him cloun wi' sighe and sab, and they layd him
doun wi' tearis ;
And nou abune the Olyve wuddis the ice-catild mune apperis;
Quhyl thai muntit on thayr stedis amayne a sorrowand cum-
panie,
And be the munelicht forthy thai begin a lang jornie.
Awa thai rade, away thai rade, and the wynd souchit eerie
by,
And quhiskit aflf ilk heavie tere quhilk gatherit in thair eye ;
For weil thay hivit Lord Archibald as knichtis suld luve thair
feris ;
But littil thai aflfect Syr Hew, quha now thair fealtie bearis.
Its thai have spurrit, and egre spurrit, and thair stedee ar al
a fome,
And nevir a word frae anie lip of thir silent knichtis hes
come ;
And still they spurrit and pukit on, til a lonesum lodge
they wan,
Then voydit thae thair saddilis al, and til the yett thay
Nae licht ia schinand in the lodge, and nae portir keepis the
dore ;
Nae warder strade, wi' lustie spere, thatdreirie lodge before;
Nae harp is heard inurth the hall, and nae sang frae ladie
braive,
But al was quiet as Ermites houff, and stylliche as the
grave.
Swith pacit thai in be twa and twa, ilk wi his outdrawn
swerd,
And thai gang throu vaultit passages, albeit nae sound thay
heard,