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20 TfiE BATTLE OF OTTEEBOUKNE.
And three good towers on Reidswire fells, He left them all on fire.
And he march'd up to Newcastle,
And rode it round about; " 0 wha's the lord of this castle, is
Orwha'stheladyo't?"
But up spake proud Lord Percy then,
And 0 but he spake hie ! " I am the lord of this castle,
My wife's the lady gay." a>
" If thou'rt the lord of this castle,
Sae weel it pleases me I For, ere I cross the Border fells,
The tane of us shall die."
He took a lang spear in his hand, 2»
Shod with the metal free, And for to meet the Douglas there,
He rode right furiouslie.
But O how pale his lady look'd,
Frae aff the castle wa', 30
When down before the Scottish spear
She saw proud Percy fa'.
" Had we twa been upon the green, And never an eye to see, |
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