Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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" Goe toe, good mattes, and say the game,
Zonder folkis ar in a fray; Lat sie how we can well with them,
Into thair disaray. Goe, goe, it is not tyme to stay,                             
All for my bennisoune; Saue non this day ze may gar dye,
Quhill ze the feild haue wonne."
Then Errol haisted to the hight,
Whair he did battell byd; With him went Auchindoune and Gight,
And Bonnitoune by his syd:                               220
Whair manie gentillman did with him byd,
Whos prais sould not be smored; Bot Capitane Ker, that was thair gyde,
Red ay befoir my lord.
They war not manie men of werre,                      225
Bot they war wonder trewe; With hagbutis, pistolet, bowe, and speare,
They did thair foes persewe, Quhair bullettis, dartis, and arrowes flew,
Als thick as haill or raine,                                    230
209-216. Then awful Erroll lie can say
" Good fellows, follow me;                           ao
I hope it shall be ours this day,
Or else therefore to die. Tho they in number many be,
Set on, withoutten words; Let ilk brave fellow brake his tree,                  215
And then pursue with swords." 213. many were.                     219. within went.