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But God that made the grasse to growe, And leaves on greenwoode tree,
Now save and keepe our noble King, And maintaine good yeomanrye !
127. The Battle of Otterburn
I T fell about the Lammas tide When husbands win their hay, The doughty Douglas bound him to ride In England to take a prey.
ir He has chosen the Graemes, and the Lindsays light,
And the gallant Gordons gay; And the Earl of Fyfe withouten strife,
He's bound him over Sol way.
They come in over Ottercap Hill,
So down by Rodeley Cragge ; Upon Green Ley ton they lighted down
Styrande many a stagge.
And they have brent the dales of Tyne,
And harryed Bamborowe shire, And the Otter Dale they have brent it hale
And left it a' on fire.
husbands] husbandmen. Styrande] stirring, rousing,
brent] burned. hale] whole.