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Rh He ſhall incloſe them to his crows, and over them come

Burgane, Bamburgh, as he by rides,

And butlings beat it down and burn it for ever.

The water ſhall welcome him, and the waves of the ſea,

While he have won on hie all that he thinks

Through his truth upon Tweed, ſhall be turned after,

If who will count the time of the year

If even eeking the hour, and the day come.

And angered for evermore: this old men deviſes,

Needless thou Norham for nought that thou lookeſt,

There is a neker, in the north thy neſt shall deſtroy:

Thou ſhalt be waſted of thy works for thy wrong deeds,

There ſhall no warrand thee weir that thou winks after:

A black bear, and a brock, and a bull head,

A boar whelp, with a brock, and a broad head.

Shall them bound in their hour & bear them down forſuth

And build them their walls, as they beſt think.

Red Roxburgh thy role, and reddy thee bows,

The root is now raiſed up and rotten in ſunder:

Three ravens and a rook ſhall on thy rock ſit,

And rolp rudely ſhall they, that Rome ſhall it hear,

From Roſs to Roſdeen was that right may be,

Reddy the Reſcours, thou reſts no more,

For it is but reaſon the rights and rents be gathered.

What jangleſt thou Jedburgh? thou jags for nought,

There ſhall a guileful groom dwell thee within,

The tower that truſts in as the truth is,

Shall be traced with a trace, trow thou none other:

The new caſtle is keen, keeped full well,

There to take ye good heed, nor come not therein:

A bird with a band bow ſhall the bird keep,

Hie in a holine, and a haer-wood.

Both his horns ſhall he hang, and haſt him therewith,

Dreſs thee now Dumbar, and do for the time,

Thou haſt a dread for the drake, that the drown would,

Thine heels are ſo hard set, with halmers of ſteel,

Well heavy therefore, hold the full ſtill.

The new work that is next on the north ſtream,

Shall caſt a blink to the baſs, when the blink ſhines,

Be it guided with wit, and will be no waſter,

There ſhall no waſter it wield, nor none evil hold doer.

Hailes, hold thee at home, ſo hold I it beſt,

For hap thon to Haildown, thou art hurt for ever:

There is an burchen in an hurſt, in Heriot moor, C