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They ſhall aſſemble upon a day,
And many doughty men shall die,
Few in quiet ſhall be found away.
Our Scottish king shall come full keen,
The red lion beareth he:
A feddered arrow sharp I ween,
Shall make him, wink, and warre to ſee.
Out of the field he shall be led,
When he is bloody and wee for blood;
Yet to his men then shall he ſay,
For God's love turn thou again,
And give your ſouthern folk a fray:
Why should I loſe? the right is mine,
My fate is not to die this day.
Yonder is falſehood fled away.
And laughty blows his horn on high:
Our bloody king that wears the crown,
For boldly the shall battle hide,
His banner shall be beaten down,
And hath none hole his head to hide.
The ſterns three that day shall die,
That bears the hart in ſilver sheen,
There is no riches, gold nor fee,
May lengthen his life an hour I ween.
Thus through the field that knight shall ride,
And twice refuſe the king with crown;
He shall make many a banner yield,
The knight that bears the tods three,
He will by force the field to tae ;
But when he ſees the the lion die,
Think ye well he will be wae!
Beſide him lights bairns three,
Two is white the third is blae,
The tods three shall ſlay the two,
The third of them shall make him die,
Out of the field shall go no more,
But one knight, and knaves three.
There comes a banner red as blood:
In a ship of ſilver sheen:
With him comes many ferly food,
To work the Scots much hurt and woe.
There comes a ghoſt out of the weſt,
Is of another language than he,
To the battle bowns him beſt,