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 22             The Prophecies of Thomas Rymer.

Attour the moor whereat fie foore, The fields me thought fair and green, She rode upon a stood full stdere, That such a one had I seldom seen, Her steed was white as any milk. His top, his tail, were both full blue, A sad saddle sowed with silk. As all were gold it glittered fae, His harnesing was of silk of Inde, Set with previous stones frae : He ambled on a noble kind. Upon her head flood crowns three, Her garments was of gowns gay. But other colour saw I none. A flying fowl then I saw, Light beside her on a stone. A stoop into her hand she bare. And holy water she had ready. She sprinkled th# field both here and there. Said here shall many dead corps lye. At yon bridge, upon yon burn, Where the water runs bright and sbeen. There fhall many steeds spurn. And knights die through battle keen, To the two knights then did she say. Let be your strife, my knights free. Yet take your horse, and ride your way, As God hath ordain’d so must it be. 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 ways gone : The lady and the knights two. To that beirn then can I ment, Aad asked tidings by may say, What kind of light was that, I said, Thou shewest to me upon yon lee ; Or where from came.yon knights two ?