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THE BATTLE OF OTTERBURN
The standards stood still on eke side ;
With many a grievous groan They fought that day, and all the night;
Many a doughtye man was slone.
The mora was clear, the day drew nie, —Yet stiffly in stowre they stood;
Echone hewing another while they might drie, Till aye ran down the blood.
The Percy and Montgomery met
That either of other was fayn : They swapped swords, and they two met
Till the blood ran down between.
' Now yield thee, yield thee, Percy,' he said,
' Or I vow I'le lay thee low ! ' ' To whom shall I yield ?' said Earl Percy,
' Now I see it maun be so.'—
' Thou shalt not yield to lord nor loun,
Nor yet shalt thou to me ; But yield thee to the bracken bush
Grows on yon lilye-lee.'—
' I winna yield to a bracken bush,
Nor yet I will to a brere ; But I would yield to Earl Douglas,
Or Montgomery if he was here.'
stowre] press of battle. brere] briar.