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THE PROPHECY OF WALDHAVE.
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That force shall fail thee when thou beſt thinkeſt,
And lipens on London to lead thee for ever,
On Linton and Lindſay, and Lancaſter shires
There shall a lion be lowſed that a lord is,
Both of London and Lorn, as the law will
He shall allege to be liege, and the law make:
Leave nought upon loft, but waſte them for ever.
All the ſtrengths of the coaſt, and caſtles every one,
He ſhall incloſe them to his crown, and over them come
Burgane, Bamburgh, as he by rides,
And Butlings beat it down and burn it for ever.
The water ſhall welcome him, and the waves of the ſea,
While he have won on hie all that he thinks
Through his truth upon Tweed, ſhall be turned after,
If who will count the time of the year
If even eeking the hour, and the day come,
And angred for evermore: this old men deviſes,
Needleſs thou Norham for nought that thou lookeſt,
There is a neker, in the north thy neſt ſhall deſtroy:
Thou ſhalt be waſted of works for thy wrong deeds,
There ſhall no warrand thee weir that thou winks after:
A black bear, and a brock, and a bull head,
A boar whelp, with a brock, and a broad head.
Shall them bound in their hour & bear them down forſuth
And build them up their walls, as they beſt think.
Red Roxburgh thy role, and reddy thee bown,
Thy root is now raiſed up and rotten in ſunder:
Three ravens and a rook hall on thy rock ſit,
An rolp rudely ſhall they, that Rome ſhall it hear.
From Roſs to Roſdeen was that right may be,
Reddy the Reſcours, thou reſts no more,
For it is but reaſon the rights and rents be gathered.
What jangleſt thou Jedburgh? thou jags for nought,
There ſhall a guileful groom dwell thee within,
The tower that truſts in, as the truth is,
Shall be traced with a trace, trow thou none other:
The new caſtle is keen, keeped full well,
There to take ye good heed, nor come not therein:
A hird with a hand-bow ſhall the hird keep,
Hie in an holine, and in a haer-wood,
Both his horns ſhall he hang, and haſt him therewith.
Dreſs thee now Dumbar, and do for the time,
Thou haſt a dread for the drake, that the drown would,
Thine heels are ſo hard ſet, with halmers of ſteel,

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