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 IO        BATTLE OF HARLAW. Be dynt of forſs to gar them yield, quha war richt blyth to win away, And ſae for feirdneſs tint the feild. XXI. Then Donald fled, and that full faſt, to mountains hich for all his micht; For he and his war all agaſt, and ran till they war out of ſicht; and ſae of Roſs he loſt his richt, Thocht mony men with him he brocht, towards the Yles fled day and nicht, And all he wan was deirly bocht. XXII. This is, (quod he)-the richt report of all that I did heir and knaw, Thocht my diſcourſe be ſumthing ſchort, tak this to be a richt ſuthe ſaw: contrairie God and the Kings law, Thair was ſpilt mekle Chriſtian blude, into the battil of Harlaw; This is the ſum, ſae I conclude. XXIII. But zit a bony qubile abyde, and I fall mak thee cleirly ken Quhat ſlaughter was on ilkay ſyde; of Lowland and of Highland men, quha for thair awin haif evir bene: