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... Till fifty years were gane . He had a sister's son o's ain , Was large of blood and bane ; And afterward , when he came up , Young Edward hight his name . One day he came before the king , And kneel'd low on his knee- A boon , a boon ...
... Till fifty years were gane . He had a sister's son o's ain , Was large of blood and bane ; And afterward , when he came up , Young Edward hight his name . One day he came before the king , And kneel'd low on his knee- A boon , a boon ...
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... to them agen Baith pitch and tar barrel . With springalds , stanes , and gads of airn , Among them fast he threw ; * North Berwick , according to some reciters . Till mony of the Englishmen About the wall he slew 6 AULD MAITLAND .
... to them agen Baith pitch and tar barrel . With springalds , stanes , and gads of airn , Among them fast he threw ; * North Berwick , according to some reciters . Till mony of the Englishmen About the wall he slew 6 AULD MAITLAND .
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William Edmondstoune Aytoun. Till mony of the Englishmen About the wall he slew . Full fifteen days that braid host lay , Sieging auld Maitland keen , Syne they hae left him , hail and fair , Within his strength of stane . Then fifteen ...
William Edmondstoune Aytoun. Till mony of the Englishmen About the wall he slew . Full fifteen days that braid host lay , Sieging auld Maitland keen , Syne they hae left him , hail and fair , Within his strength of stane . Then fifteen ...
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... Till back the lave did stand . He spurr'd the grey into the path , Till baith his sides they bled-- " Grey ! thou maun carry me away , Or my life lies in wad ! " The captain lookit ower the wa ' , About the break o ' day ; There he ...
... Till back the lave did stand . He spurr'd the grey into the path , Till baith his sides they bled-- " Grey ! thou maun carry me away , Or my life lies in wad ! " The captain lookit ower the wa ' , About the break o ' day ; There he ...
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... Till it was fairly day ; When mony of the Englishmen About the draw - brigg lay . Then they hae yoked carts and wains , To ca ' their dead away , And shot auld dykes aboon the lave , In gutters where they lay . The king , at his ...
... Till it was fairly day ; When mony of the Englishmen About the draw - brigg lay . Then they hae yoked carts and wains , To ca ' their dead away , And shot auld dykes aboon the lave , In gutters where they lay . The king , at his ...
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