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Her father arm'd of his men fifteen, And they're ridden after them all-by-dene.
O'er her left shoulder the lady look'd then:
' O Earl Bran', we both are ta'en 1'—
' If they come on me ane by ane. Ye may stand by and see them slain.
' But if they come on me ane and all, Ye may stand by and see me fall.'
xxiv They have come on him ane by ane, And fourteen men he has them slain.
xxv But the fifteenth man behind stole round, And he 's gi'en him a deadly wound.
But for a' sae wounded as Earl Brand was He has set his lady on her horse.
They rode till they came to the water o' Doune. And there he lighted to wash his wound.
' O Earl Bran', I see your heart's bloud ! '— ' It's na but the glent o' my scarlet hood.'
They rode till they came to his mother's yett, So faint and feebly he rapp'd thereat.
all-by-dene] all together. . glent] gleam.