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 4                     Syne Robin Roy began to revel, and Dawny to him rugged Let be, quoth Jack, and ca'd him jevel, and by the tail him rugged; The kenſie checkit to a gavel, but Lord, as they twa lugged; They parted manly on a nevel: men ſay that hair was rugged Between them twa.

Ane bent a bow, ſic ſturt did ſteer him great ſkaith was't to have ſcar'd him, He cheſit a ſtane as did affear him, the other ſaid Dirdum Dardum: Thro' baith the checks he thought to                           ſheer him, or through the arſe have char'd him; Bein' akerbraid it came na near him, I canna tell what marr'd him ſae wide that day.

With that a friend of his cry'd fy, and up an arrow drew, He forged at ſo furiouſlv, the bow in flinders flew? Sic was the with of God, trow I,                       for had the tree been true, Men ſaid, wha kend his archery, that he had ſlain anew, Belyve that day.