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264 THE DUEL OF WHARTON AND STUART.
The first stroke that George Wharton gae, He struck him thro' the shoulder-bane;
The neist was thro' the thick o' the thigh ; 95
He thought our Scotch lord had been slain.
" 0 ever alack ! " George Wharton cry'd,
" Art thou a living man, tell me ? If there's a surgeon living can,
He's cure thy wounds right speedily.' 100
" No more of that," James Stuart said;
" Speak not of curing wounds to me ! For one of us must yield our breath,
Ere off the field one foot we flee."
They looked oure their shoulders both, 105
To see what company was there : They both had grievous marks of death,
But frae the other nane wad steer.
George Wharton was the first that fell,
* Our Scotch lord fell immediately; 110
They both did cry to Him above
To save their souls, for they boud die. |
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