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38 THE HUNTING OF THE CHEVIOT.
With a suar spear of a myghtte tre
Clean thorow the body he the Perse ber,
A'the tothar syde that a man myght se n
A large cloth yard and mare: Towe bettar captayns wear nat in Cristiante,
Then that day slain wear ther.
An archar off Northomberlonde
Say slean was the lord Perse; so
He bar a bende-bowe in his hand,
Was made off trusti tre.
An arow, that a cloth yarde was lang,
To th' harde stele haylde he ; A dynt that was both sad and soar, ss
He sat on Sir Hewe the Monggonbyrry.
The dynt yt was both sad and soar,
That he on Monggonberry sete; The swane-fethars, that his arrowe bar,
With his hart-blood the wear wete. 9C
Ther was never a freake wone foot wolde fle,
But still in stour dyd stand, Heawyng on yche othar, whyll the myght dre,
With many a balfull brande. |
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87. sar. |
88. of. |
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