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16 THE BATTLE OF OTTERBOtTRNfi.
The sworde was scharpe, and sore can byte, I tell yow in sertayne ; no
To the harte he cowde hym smyte, Thus was the Dowglas slayne.
The stonderds stode styll on eke syde,
With many a grevous grone ; Ther the fowght the day, and all the nyght, ns
And many a dowghty man was slayne.
Ther was no freke that ther wolde flye,
But styffly in stowre can stond, Ychone hewyng on other whyll they myght drye,
Wyth many a bayllefull bronde. 120
Ther was slayne upon the Skottes syde,
For soth and sertenly, Syr James a Dowglas ther was slayne,
That daye that he cowde dye.
The yerle of Mentaye he was slayne, i25
Grysely groned uppon the growynd ;
Syr Davy Scotte, Syr Walter Steward, Syr John of Agurstonne.
Syr Charlies Morrey in that place, That never a fote wold flye ; m
128. Both the MSS. read here Sir Jamea, but see above, Pt. I. ver. 112.—P.