Child's, The English And Scottish Ballads

Volume 7 of 8 from 1860 edition - online book

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The first stroke that George Wharton gae, He struck him thro' the shoulder-bane;
The neist was thro' the thick o' the thigh ;             95
He thought our Scotch lord had been slain.
" 0 ever alack ! " George Wharton cry'd,
" Art thou a living man, tell me ? If there's a surgeon living can,
He's cure thy wounds right speedily.'                 100
" No more of that," James Stuart said;
" Speak not of curing wounds to me ! For one of us must yield our breath,
Ere off the field one foot we flee."
They looked oure their shoulders both,                  105
To see what company was there : They both had grievous marks of death,
But frae the other nane wad steer.
George Wharton was the first that fell,
* Our Scotch lord fell immediately;                     110
They both did cry to Him above
To save their souls, for they boud die.