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 If thou be a man, as I trow thou art,

Come over this ditch and fight with me.

Ho flang his eloakcloak [sic] from off his shouldorsshoulders [sic],

His psalm-book from his pouehpouch [sic] flang he,

He clapp'd his hand upon thothe [sic] hedge,

And o'er lap he right wantonly.

When Graham did see his bully eomocome [sic],

The salt tears stood long in his e'e,

Now needs must I say, thou art a man,

That dare venture thy body to fight with me.

Nay, I have a harness on my back,

I know that thou hast none on thine;

But as little as thou hast on thy baekback [sic],

As little shall there be on mine.

He flang his jacket from off his back,

His eapcap [sic] of steel from his head flang he,

He's taken his spear into his hand,

He's ty'd his horse unto a tree.

Now they fell to it with two broad swords,

For two long hours fought BewiekBewick [sic] and he,

MuehMuch [sic] sweat was to be seen on them both,

But never a drop of blood to see.

Now Graham gavogave [sic] BewiekBewick [sic] an awkward stroke,

An awkward stroke surely struekstruck [sic] he,

HoHe [sic] struck him under the left breast,

Then down to the ground as dead fell he.

Arise, arise, O bully BowiekBewick [sic],

Arise, and speak three words to me,

Is this to bobe [sic] thy deadly wound,

Or God and good surgeons will mend thee!