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... frae , And took three lang spears in their hands , Saying , " Here sall come nae mae ! " And they shot out , and they shot in , Till it was fairly day ; When mony of the Englishmen About the draw - brigg lay . Then they hae yoked carts ...
... frae , And took three lang spears in their hands , Saying , " Here sall come nae mae ! " And they shot out , and they shot in , Till it was fairly day ; When mony of the Englishmen About the draw - brigg lay . Then they hae yoked carts ...
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... frae me . " But Ethert Lunn , a baited bear , Had many battles seen ; He set the youngest wonder sair , Till the eldest he grew keen- " I am nae king , nor nae sic thing : My word it shanna stand ! For Ethert sall a buffet bide , Come ...
... frae me . " But Ethert Lunn , a baited bear , Had many battles seen ; He set the youngest wonder sair , Till the eldest he grew keen- " I am nae king , nor nae sic thing : My word it shanna stand ! For Ethert sall a buffet bide , Come ...
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... frae him fa ' , And at his throat did flee . And thrice about he did him swing , Till on the grund he light , Where he has halden young Edward , Tho ' he was great in might . " Now let him up , " King Edward cried , " And let him come ...
... frae him fa ' , And at his throat did flee . And thrice about he did him swing , Till on the grund he light , Where he has halden young Edward , Tho ' he was great in might . " Now let him up , " King Edward cried , " And let him come ...
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... frae me that feather - bed ! Make me a bed o ' strae ! I wish I hadna lived this day , To mak my heart sae wae . ' " " " If I were ance at London tower , Where I was wont to be , I never mair suld gang frae hame , Till borne on a bier ...
... frae me that feather - bed ! Make me a bed o ' strae ! I wish I hadna lived this day , To mak my heart sae wae . ' " " " If I were ance at London tower , Where I was wont to be , I never mair suld gang frae hame , Till borne on a bier ...
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... frae me shall ye bear , Mither , mither : The curse of hell frae me shall ye bear , Sic counsels ye gave to me , O ! " LORD BEICHAN . Ir would , I apprehend , be 20 EDWARD .
... frae me shall ye bear , Mither , mither : The curse of hell frae me shall ye bear , Sic counsels ye gave to me , O ! " LORD BEICHAN . Ir would , I apprehend , be 20 EDWARD .
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