ANCIENT POEMS.

XIX

Syne he has gane far hynd Attewre
Lord Chattan's land fae wide;
That lord a worthy wight was ay,
When faes his courage feyd:
Of Pictish race by mothers fide,
When Pias ruld Caledon,

Lord Chattan claim'd the princely maid,
When he if Pictish crown,

fierce XX

Now with his ferfs and ftalwart train, reach'd

He reicht a rafing height, fight,

Quhair braid ncampit on the dale,

Norfs menzie lay in ficht.

"Yonder my valiant fons and feels, /feirs

Our raging revers wait

On the unconquerfe Scottishwa

To try with us their fate.

XXI

Make orifons to him that fift. Jav'd

Our fauls upon the rude;

Syne Kraidy fchaw your veins af flla /bravely share

With Caledonian blude."

glave,

Then furth he drew his trufty glave,
While thoufands all around

Drawn frae their sheaths and in the fun,

165

Iglane'd

And loud the Jaugills found. / bougles

22

/shield

cond

XXII

To jon his king adoun the hill

In haft his merch he made,

Whyle, playand pibrochs, minftralls meit

XXII

When bows were bent and darts were thrawn ;

For thrang scarce could they fle;

The darts clove arrows as they met,

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The arrows dart the tre.

fu' fierce Lang did they rage and fight for ferf,

/2re

frook'd

look'd

/seem'd

it's bled

With little fkaith to man,

But blody blody was the field,

that lang day was done.
XXIV

The king of Scots, that findle brakd

The war that i like play,

Drew his braid fword, and brake his bow,

Sen bows eim but delay.

Quoth noble Rothfay, "Mine I'll kep,

I wat it's bled a fore."

Haft up my merry men, cryd the king,

As he made on before.
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