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30 In his own kine ground, where that he was born,

With dignity and dear men that him well loves,

For to conqueſt the clear crown of England’s line;

But all would fail, were not force that the fool thinks,

He would be ſubtilly ſold, were not Chriſt’s will,

That this dolotirous date muſt drive to an end,

And the baſtard's blood left is forever.

Then in Britain that day ſee whoſo will,

Shall never baſtards brook a foot broad of earth,

He ſhall be hurled and harled, and haſted to death.

With a wolf out of Wales, and bring him out of days,

And conqueſt the clear crown of England’s right,

He ſhall bring the all England into good peace:

While a hunter ſhall riſe, and reign in the North,

Rax up his banners with riotous beirne,

For ſaiety and ſupply of Brutes lands,

Much ſlurt and ſtrife ſhall ſterie a while,

From the North to the South ſea, whoſe lift:

For when the towers of Turin is tumbled in the ſand,

With hunger and hare life, and falſehood on loft.

Within eight years after great wonder ſhall be ſeen,

By that the Liberts race is faſtly at an end:

Then the Lillie ſo leil shall leind in his hands,

And to the Lion shall get lordſhips great:

For the Lion shall arrive at Carliſle,

And leap on the land, as lord of the ground,

He shall liend in the land, with his leil-beirnes,

And lame Libert; and loſe him for ever,

Shall never the Libert leap one day after,

In bold Britain to brook, the date is near paſſed.

That King shall deal and part all the broad lands,

The Bruce’s blood, and other bold knights,

That shall go with the way to the reigning of Chriſt,

In the vale of Jehoshaphat ſeen shall he be,

Where many Saryans shall quake with their hearts,

When the dead men shall riſe, and show them a fight,

As marvellous Merling hath ſaid as before;

Take heed to this tale, that now I thee tell,

And truſt it is as truly as if it were written:

When that falſehood hath feet, and freedom is loſt,

And covetous hath the Kyth at his own will;

When Laughtly is laid low under foot,

And kindneſs his courtesies his friends to beguile,

And no truth shall be shewed unto Chriſtian lands,