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And wonderouslie lyke stiffened cordis stude up his coal-black hair,
And his hand was glewit until the haft of his swerd sue scharp and trew,
Bot the blade was broke, and on the gründ it lay in pieces two.
He streiket was upon the garse, and it was red of blee,
Wi' the drappyng of the ruddie blude that trinklit doun his knee;
And his brunie bricht was dintit sair, and heart in pieces ten,
O nevir was a knicht sae hackit by armis of mortal men.
Thay sayit to raise him, bot alace, thai culd not muve a limm;
But heavie as the lead he lay, that Captaine dark and brym;
And his eye was luik, and fierslie fell, and his hand was rased a lite,
Albeit no lyf was in the corps of that cauld paly knighte.
