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248 ARMSTKONG AND MUSGRAVE. |
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With Isabel his lady gay, 135
A bright and bonny lass.
But Musgrave on the wedding-day,
Like to a Scotchman dight, In secret sort allured out
The bridegroom for the fight; no
And he, that will not outbraved be, Unto his challenge did agree, Where he was slain most suddenly
For his fair bonny lass.
The news whereof was quickly brought i«
Unto the lovely bride ; And many of young Armstrong's kin
Did after Musgrave ride. They hew'd him when they had him got, As small as flesh into the pot; i»
Lo! thus befel a heavy lot
About this bonny lass.
The lady young, which did lament
This cruel cursed strife, For very grief dyed that day, im
A maiden and a wife. An hundred men that hapless day Did lose their lives in that same fray, And 'twixt those names, as many say,
Is deadly strife still biding. iib |
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