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When Maitland heard his father's name, io»
An angry man was he! Then, lifting up a gilt dagger,
Hung low down by his knee,
He stabb'd the knight the standard bore,
He stabb'd him cruellie ; no
Then caught the standard by the neuk, And fast away rode he.
" Now, is't na time, brothers," he cried,
" Now, is't na time to flee ? " •' Ay, by my sooth!" they baith replied, in
" We'll bear you company."
The youngest turn'd him in a path,
And drew a burnish'd brand, And fifteen of the foremost slew,
Till back the lave did stand. 120
He spurr'd the gray into the path,
Till baith his sides they bled— " Gray! thou maun carry me away,
Or my life lies in wad!"
The captain lookit ower the wa', 125
About the break o' day; There he beheld the three Scots lads,
Pursued along the way.
VOL. VI. 15 |
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