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220 THE BATTLE OF BALEINNES.
Unto the noble Erll of Erroll,
Besought him for supplie. Quha said, " It is my deutie «
For to giue Hnntlie support; For if he lossis Strabolgie,
My Slaines will be ill hurt.
" Thairfoir I hald the subject vaine,
Wold rave us of our right; . so
First sail one of us be slaine,
The uther tak the flight. Suppose Argyll be muche of might,
Be force of Heigheland men; We's be a motte into his sight, s>
Or he pas hame againe.
" Be blaithe, my mirrie men, be blaithe,
Argyll sail have the worse, Give he into this countrie kaithe,
I houpe in God[i]s cross." so
Then leap this lord upon his horss,
Ane warrlyk troupe at Torray; To meit with Huntlie and his force,
They ryde to Elgine of Murray.
The samen night thir lordis meit; «
For utheris, who thought long, (To tell zow all, I haue forgot)
The mirthe was them amonge. Then playeris played, and songsters song,
To gled the mirrie host, 70
Quho feared not thair foes strong,
Nor zet Argylles boste.