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THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT. 37
Throroue lyvar and longs, bathe
The sharp arrowe ys gane, so
That never after in all his lyffe-days,
He spayke mo wordes but ane: [may,
That was, " Fyghte ye, my myrry men, whyllys ye
For my lyff-days ben gan."
The Perse leanyde on his brande, s
And sawe the Duglas de; He tooke the dede mane be the hande,
And sayd, " Wo ys me for the!
" To have savyde thy lyffe, I wolde have pertyde with
My landes for years thre, so
For a better man, of hart nare of hande,
"Was not in all the north contre."
Off all that se a Skottishe knyght,
Was callyd Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry;
He sawe the Duglas to the deth was dyght, «s He spendyd a spear, a trusti tre:—-
He rod uppon a corsiare
Throughe a hondrith archery: He never stynttyde, nar never blane,
Tyll he cam to the good lord Perse. ro
He set uppone the lord Perse A dynte that was full soare ; |
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