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 Quhyl thai muntit on thayr stedis amayne a sorrowand cumpanie, And be the munelicht forthy thai begin a lang jornie

Awa thai rade, away thai rade, and the wynd souchit eerie by, And quhiskit aff ilk heavie tere quhilk gatherit in thair eye; For weil thay lu vit Lord Archibald as knichtis suld luve thair feris; But littil thai affect Syr Hew, quha now thair fealtie bearis.

Its thai have spurrit, and egre spurrit, and thair stedes ar al a fome, And nevir a word frae anie lip of thir silent knichtis hes come; And still they spurrit and pukit on, til a lonesum lodge they wan, Then voydit thae thair saddilis al, and til the yettthay ran.

Nae licht is schinand in the lodge, and nae portir keepis the dore;