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8 THE BATTLE OP OTTERBQUBNE.
Sir Harry Percy cam to the walles,
The Skottyssh oste for to se ; "And thow hast brente Northomberlond,
Full sore it rewyth me.
" Yf thou hast haryed all Bambarowe shyre, «
Thow hast done me grete envye; For the trespasse thow hast me done,
The tone of us schall dye,"
" Where schall I byde the ? " sayd the Dowglas, " Or where wylte thow come to me ?" »>
" At Otterborne in the hygh way, Ther maist thow well logeed be.
" The roo full rekeles ther sche rinnes,
To make the game and glee; The fawkon and the fesaunt both, a
Amonge the holtes on hye.
" Ther maist thow have thy welth at wyll,
Well looged ther maist be; Yt schall not be long or I com the tyll,"
Sayd Syr Harry Percye. eo
" Ther schall I byde the," sayd the Dowglas,
" By the fayth of my bodye :" " Thether schall I com," sayd Syr Harry Percy
" My trowth I plyght to the." |
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