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18 Saint Andrew thou haſt the right:

Saint George thou art mine own knight:

Thy wrongous heir shall work thee woe.

Now are they on their wars gone;

The lady and the knights two,

To that beirn then can I ment.

And aſked tidings by may ſay,

What kind of light is that I ſaid.

Thou sheweſt to me upon you lee;

Or wherefore came yon knights two?

They ſeemed of a far country.

That lady that I let thee ſee,

That is the queen of heaven so bright;

The fowl that flew by her knee.

That is ſaint Michael, much of might:

The knights two the field to tar,

Where many men in field shall fight:

Know you well it shall be ſae.

That die shall many a gentle knight:

With death shall many a doughty deal.

The Lord shall be then away,

There is none herrel that can tell,

Who shall win the field that day.

And crowned king in arms three,

Under the banner shall be ſet:

Two falſe and feigned shall be,

The third shall light and make great let.

Banners five again shall ſtrive,

And come in on the other ſide:

The white lion shall beat them down,

And work them woe with wounds wide:

The bear’s head with the red lion,

So ſweetly into red gold ſet,

That day ſhall ſlay the king with crown,

Though many Lords make great let,

There shall attour the water of Forth,

Set in gold the red lion:

And many Lords out of the north,

To that battle ſhall make them bown;

There ſhall creſcents come full keen,

That wears the croſs as red as blood,

On every ſide ſhall be ſorrow ſeen,

Defiled is many doughty food,

Beſides a loch upon a lee,