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Quhyl thai muntit on thayr stedis amayne a sorrowand cumpanie,
And be the munelicht forthy thai begin a lang jornie
Awa thai rade, away thai rade, and the wynd souchit eerie by,
And quhiskit aff ilk heavie tere quhilk gatherit in thair eye;
For weil thay lu vit Lord Archibald as knichtis suld luve thair feris;
But littil thai affect Syr Hew, quha now thair fealtie bearis.
Its thai have spurrit, and egre spurrit, and thair stedes ar al a fome,
And nevir a word frae anie lip of thir silent knichtis hes come;
And still they spurrit and pukit on, til a lonesum lodge they wan,
Then voydit thae thair saddilis al, and til the yettthay ran.
Nae licht is schinand in the lodge, and nae portir keepis the dore;
