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1 took

tại kên

blud

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m

"That fhort brown shaft fae meanly trim'd, 265
klike poor Scotlands gear,

But dreadfull feems the rufty point!"
And loud he leugh in je

"Oft Britons ud has dimd its fhane;

This point cut short their vaunt:"
Syne pierc'd the Koifteris bairded cheik ;
Nae time he fake to taunt.

saddle

Short hyle he in his fedik fwang,

His ftirrup was nae stay,

Sae feble hang his unbent knee

Sure taken he was fey:

Swith on the harden clay he fell,

Right far was heard the thud:

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275

harden't

But Thomas Kuikt not as he lay look't.

All waltering in his blud
/eareless XXXVI

With feines gefture, mind units/mont

On he north the plain;

His fem in throng of fierceft ftrife,

When winner ay the fame :

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Noby his heart dames impelit cheik

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Could mele foft love to bruik,
Till vengefu' Ann return his fcorn,
Then languid grew his key lik.

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In

| boasters bearded check

dimplet check

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33

In thraws of death, with walfowit cheik

All panting on the plain,

The fainting corps of warriours lay,

Key to arise again;

Heir to return to native land,
Nae mair with blithfom founds
To boft the glories of the day,
And fhaw their fhining wounds.
Xxx VIL

On Norways coaft the widowit dame
May wash the rocks with tears,

a

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walowit +.

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/ Nere
Nére

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May lang fees owse the fhiples for shiplass seas +

Befor har mate appears.

feis

Cee, Emma, cefe to hope in vain ;

Thy lord lys in the clay;

The valiant Scots nae revers thole

To carry life away.

XXXIX

Here on a hair stands a cross

Set up for monument,

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/lee, where

Thoufands fu fierce that fummers day

2

Filld kend wars black intept.

Let Scots, While Scots, praife Hardyknute,

Let Norse the name ay died,

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keen war war's

310 dread

Ay how he fenghe, aft how he fpaird, /faught /spard

ablatest ages foid.
I shall read

Loud

/eve pow'r/usd

There's

There's

keas'd [sham'd

He wish frae yet, wi

Sair beat the heavy, how,

blaze,

Hardyknute

Mirk grew the night
Wan next his ftately tow

wi' His powit that Afd with torches f
fing

To fhine fae far at night,

Sexm'd now as black as mourning sein, weed,

Nae marvel fair he figh'd.

Thairs nae light in my lady's bow,
Thaise nae light in my Kall;

Tha'

/wa?

Nae blink fhines round my Fairly fair,

Nor ward ftands on my wall.

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What bodes it? Robert, Thomas, fay;"- 325

Nae anfwer fits their dreid, dread,

« Stand back, my fons, I'le be your "/guide

But by they past with sped.

've XLII.

"As faft I haif fped owre Scotlands faes,”.

There if his brag of weir,

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Sair Shamid to mind schs but his dame, ought
And maiden Fairly fair.

"He wift nae yet; wi' dread

•/shook s

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