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16            The Prophecies of Merling. The dead shall rise and work great wonder; And joy shall rise man and wife; The sorrowful to shall still of strife; All once shall joy of his resurrection, And in special men of religion, Tne morter it ready, th« pestile also. The sauce shall be bitter, and that to his foes ; And the devils also shall helpen to, Then the banks of Beil /hall bloom all about; Then hie the hurcheon to hales, and close thee therein. Thou shall he wrept with a wind, and plucked ilk pen, Shah never down on thy skinnor birs be the left.

The thunder shall work thy hold to the cold earth. Shall never stone upon stone nor ground be thee left. And so that wretched work is destroyed for ever, The re fhall a galyart goat with a golden horn, A pilledow with a toade, fuch a prime hold, With their peers in place by a stream side; To strive with the streams, but they no strength have, For their moving they meet in the mid way. All the grooms shall grunch by the way side, And many bairn shall have his blyth on the bak-side, And that marvel shall fall by a fryth side. Where the leader of the land shall his life lose. But that bargain shall brew in a bare brough. That shall banish from blisse many bright helm, When it is bereived of his backhand his brief know, Of dum organs diglit, then may thou well dem. Of all the Weil and the wealth before then was wrought, With hunger and hirship on every hill, Yet this wicked world shall last but a while ; While a chiftain unchosen chose forth himself, And ride over the region, and for roy holden : Then his fotifiers shall skail all thy fair south, From Dumbarton to Dover and deal all the lands, He shall be kid conqueror, for he is kind Lord, Of all Britain that bounds to broad sea,