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XXIII
That day, that day, that dreadful day !—
The first fytte here I find : An you'll hear any more o' the hunting of Cheviot,
Yet there is more behind.
Fytte II
xxrv The Englishmen had their bows y-bent,
Their hearts were good enow ; The first of arrows that they shot off
Seven score spearmen they slew, xxv Yet bides the Earl Douglas upon the bent,
A captain good enoghe ; And that was seene verament,
For he wrought them both woe and wouche. xxvi The Douglas parted his host in three,
Like a chief chieftain of pride ; With sure spears of mighty tree
They came in on every side ;
XXVII
—Throughe our English archery
Gave many a woond full wide; Many a doughty they gar'd to dye,
Which gained them no pride.
XXVIII
The Englishmen let their bowes be,
And pull'd out brands that were bright;
It was a heavy sight to see
Bright swords on basnets light.
fytte] division of a ballad. wouche] evil. tree]
timber. doughty] doughty man. basnets] steel caps. 668 |
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