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"We wyll not tell the whoys men wear," he says,
"nor whos men that we be;

But we wyll hounte hear in this chays,
in the spyt of thyne and of the.

17. "The fattiste hartës in all Chyviat

we have kyld, and cast to carry them away. "Be my troth," sayd the doughetë Dogglas agayn,

"therfor the ton1 of us shall de this day."

18. Then sayd the doughtë Doglas
unto the lord Persë:

"To kyll alle thes giltles' men,
alas, it wear great pittë!

19. "But, Persë, thowe art a lord of lande,
I am a yerle callyd within my contrë;
Let all our men uppone a parti stande,
and do the battell off the and of me."

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a captayne good yenoughe, And that was sene verament,

for he wrought hom both woo and wouche.'

30. Thorowe ryche male and myneyeple, many sterne the 3 strocke done' streght; Many a freyke that was fulle fre, ther undar foot dyd lyght.

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68. Jhesue Crist our balys bete,1

and to the blys us brynge!

Thus was the hountynge of the Chivyat:
God sent us alle good endyng!

SIR PATRICK SPENS

1. The king sits in Dumferling toune,
Drinking the blude-reid wine:
"O whar will I get guid sailor,

To sail this schip of mine ?"

2. Up and spak an eldern knicht,
Sat at the kings richt kne:
"Sir Patrick Spence is the best sailor,
That sails upon the se."

3. The king has written a braid letter,
And signd it wi his hand,
And sent it to Sir Patrick Spence,
Was walking on the sand.

4. The first line that Sir Patrick red,
A loud lauch 2 lauched he;
The next line that Sir Patrick red,
The teir blinded his ee.

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"Late, late yestreen I saw the new moone,
Wi the auld moone in hir arme,
And I feir, I feir, my deir master,
That we will cum to harme."

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