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ATJLD MAITLAND. |
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" If thou shouldst hang on yon draw-brigg,
Blythe wad I never be : " But, wi' the poll-axe in his hand,
Upon the brigg sprang he.
The first stroke that young Edward gae,
He struck wi' might and mayn; aao
He clove the Maitland's helmet stout, And bit right nigh the brayn.
When Maitland saw his ain blood fa',
An angry man was he: He let his weapon frae him fa', s«
And at his throat did flee.
And thrice about he did him swing,
Till on the grund he light, Where he has halden young Edward,
Tho' he was great in might. s«
" Now let him up," King Edward cried,
" And let him come to me: And for the deed that thou hast done,
Thou shalt hae erldomes three."
" It's ne'er be said in France, nor e'er s«
In Scotland, when I'm hame, That Edward once lay under me,
And e'er gat up again ! "
247. Some reciters repeat it thus:— |
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