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" It ill befits," the youngest said,
" A crowned king to lie; But, or that I taste meat and drink, iss
Reproved sail he be."
He went before King Edward straight,
And kneel'd low on his knee ; " I wad hae leave, my lord," he said,
" To speak a word wi' thee." iso
The king he turn'd him round about,
And wistna what to say— Quo' he, " Man, thou's hae leave to speak,
Though thou should speak a' day."
" Ye said that three young lads o' France iw
Your standard stole away, 'Wi' a fause tale, and a fauser trayne,
And mony men did slay.
" But we are nane the lads o' France,
Nor e'er pretend to be; vo
We are three lads o' fair Scotland, Auld Maitland's sons are we ;
" Nor is there men, in a' your host,
Daur fight us three to three." " Now, by my sooth," young Edward said, jw
" Weel fitted ye sail be ! |
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