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A NORTHERN BALLET. |
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But Jonne looked over his left shoulder, «
Good Lord, what a grevious look looked hee !
Saying, "Asking grace of a graceles face— Why there is none for you nor me."
But Jonne had a bright sword by his side, <■>
And it was made of the mettle so free,
That had not the king stept his foot aside, He had smitten his head from his fair bodde.
Saying, " Fight on, my merry men all,
And see that none of you be taine ; »
For rather then men shall say we were hanged,
Let them report how we were slaine."
Then, God wott, faire Eddenburrough rose,
And so besett poore Jonne[a] rounde, That fowerscore and tenn of Jonnes best men, «
Lay gasping all upon the ground.
Then like a mad man Jonue laide about,
And like a mad man then fought hee, Untill a falce Scot came Jonne behinde,
And runn him through the faire boddee. *>
Saying, " Fight on, my merry men all,
And see that none of yon be taine ; For I will stand by and bleed but a while,
And then will I come and fight againe."
Newes then was brought to young Jonne Armestrong, ft.
As he stood by his nurses knee, Who vowed if er'e he lived for to be a man,
O th' the treacherous Scots reveng'd hee'd be. |
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