Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 6 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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AULD MAITLAND.                         229
He clankit Ethert ower the head,
A deep wound and a sair, Till the best blood of his bodie
Came rinning ower his hair.
" Now I've slayne twa; slaye ye the ane; 205
Isna that gude companye ? And tho' the ane suld slaye ye baith,
Ye'se get nae help o' me."
The twa-some they hae slayne the ane ;
They maul'd him cruellie;                                   210
Then hung them over the draw-brigg,
That all the host might see.
They rade their horse, they ran their horse,
Then hover'd on the lee: " We be three lads o' fair Scotland,                     
That fain would fighting see."
This boasting when young Edward heard,
An angry man was he: " I'll tak yon lad, I'll bind yon lad,
And bring him bound to thee!"                         220
" Now God forbid," King Edward said,
" That ever thou suld try ! Three worthy leaders we hae lost,
And thou the fourth wad lie.