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' THE BATTLE OP BALRINNES. |
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Quhilk manie hurt, and some they slew, Of horss and gentillmen.
Huntlie maid haist to succour him,
And charged furiouslie, Quhair manie menis sight grew dim, 235
The shottis so thick did flie; Quhilk gart right manie doghtie die,
Of some on euerie syd; Argyll with his tald hoste did flie,
Bot Macklenne did abyd. . 340
Macklene had one ane habershoune,
Ilk lord had one ane jack; Togidder feirc[e]lie are they rune,
With manie a gunes crack. The splenderis of thair spearis they break, 245
Flewe up into the air, Quhilk boore doune maney on thair back,
Againe ros neuer mair.
" Alace, I sie ane sore sight," 265
Said the Laird of Macklenne; " Our feible folkis is tenne the flight,
249-56. Then some men said, " We will be sure
And take Maclean by course; 23°
Go to, for we are men anew
To bear him down by force." But noble Errol had remorse,
And said, " It is not best, For tho Argyle has got the worst, s55
Let him gang with the rest. |
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