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Lord Archibald.
A Ballad.
O saftlie, saftlie laie him doun, and hap upo' his heid
The cauld reid erd ful lichtlie feris, this is a knichtlie rede;
And pight a carvit croce of stane abune quhare he dois lye,
Syne it was for the halie rude Lord Archibald did die.
Its saftlie, saftlie have thay layd Lord Archibald in graif,
And its dowie, dowie owre his bouk thair plumis and banneris waif;
And its lichtlie, lichtlie doe thay hap the red erth on his heid;
And waefil was ilk knichtly fere to luik upon the deid.
Thay layd him doun wi' sighe and sab, and they layd him doun wi' tearis;
And nou abune the Olyve wuddis the ice-cauld mun apperis;
