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 oto I. ON THE GREEN. 5 aro' baith the cheeks he thought to ſheer him, Or through the arſe have char'd him; ane akerbraid it came nae near him, I cannot tell what marr'd him, 64 Sae wide that day.

ith that a friend of his cry'd fy, And up an arrow drew, forged it ſo ſuriouſly, The bow in finders flew: 68 e was the will of God, trow I, For had the tree been true, en ſaid, wha kead his archery, That he had ſlain anew, 72 Belyve that day.

yap young lad that flood him neiſt, Loos'd aff a ſhot with ire, e ettled the bairn in at the breaſt, The bolt flew o'er the byre: 76 be cry'd, fy, he has ſlain a prieſt, A mile beyond a mire; nen bow and bag frae him he keiſt, And fled as fierce as fire, 80 Frae flint that day.

se hafty henſure, called Harry, Wha was an archer, hynd it up a tackle withoutten tarry That torment fae him tynd, 84 watna whether's hand cou'd vary, Or the man was his friend;

15. He ettled the bairn.) He deſigned his arrow'at the lad's alt. 76. The bolt flew o'er the byse.). He expreſſed his miſſing n, by a meraphor of thunder-bolt flying over the byre or cow- Jale, 87. Hynd fit up a rackle, &c.) immediately made ready his oting tackle 34. That torment fae him tynd. His vexation made him isty.