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20 As ſoon as he the Senyour can ſee:

The raches works them great wanreſt,

Where they are raved on a lee:

I cannot tell who hath the beſt,

Each one of them makes other die.

A white ſwan ſet into blue,

Shall ſemble from the ſouth ſea,

To work the northern folk great woe,

For know you well thus shall it be,

The ſlaiks aught with ſilver ſet,

Shall ſemble from the other ſide,

Till he and the ſwan be met,

They ſhall work woe with wounds wide,

Thro' wounds wide their weeds hath ſet,

So boldly will their bairns bide.

It is no reck who gets the beſt,

They ſhall both die in that ſame tide.

There comes a lord out of the north,

Riding upon a horſe of tree,

That broad lands hath beyond Forth;

The white hind beareth he;

And two ratches that are blue,

Set into gold that is ſo free,

That day the eagle ſhall him ſlay,

And then put up his banner hie.

The lord that bears the lolans three.

Set into gold with jewels two:

Before him ſhall a battle be.

He wears a banner that is blue,

Set with peacocks tails three,

And luſty ladies heads two:

Unfain of one, each other ſhall be

All through grief together they go;

I cannot tell who wins the gree,

Each one of them ſhall other ſlay:

The eagle grey ſet into green,

That wears the harts heads three,

Out of the ſouth he ſhall be ſeen,

To light and ray him on a lee,

With fifty-five knights that are keen,

And earls either two or three,

From Carliſle shall come bedeen,

Again ſhall they it never ſee,

At pinkin Cleugh there ſhall be ſpilt,