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If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,
Come over this ditch and fight with me.
Ho flang his eloak from off his shouldors,
His psalm-book from his poueh flang he,
He clapp'd his hand upon tho hedge,
And o'er lap he right wantonly.
When Graham did see his bully eomo,
The salt tears stood long in his e'e,
Now needs must I say, thou art a man,
That dare venture thy body to fight with me.
Nay, I have a harness on my back,
I know that thou hast none on thine;
But as little as thou hast on thy baek,
As little shall there be on mine.
He flang his jacket from off his back,
His eap of steel from his head flang he,
He's taken his spear into his hand,
He's ty'd his horse unto a tree.
Now they fell to it with two broad swords,
For two long hours fought Bewiek and he,
Mueh sweat was to be seen on them both,
But never a drop of blood to see.
Now Graham gavo Bewiek an awkward stroke,
An awkward stroke surely struek he,
Ho struck him under the left breast,
Then down to the ground as dead fell he.
Arise, arise, O bully Bowiek,
Arise, and speak three words to me,
Is this to bo thy deadly wound,
Or God and good surgeons will mend thee!
