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 24                 The Prophecies of Thomas Rymer.

The red lion beareth he ; A seddered arrow sharp I ween. Shall make him wink, and warre to see, Out of the field he shall be led, When he is bloody and woe for blood; Yet to his men then shall he say. For God’s love turn thou again. And give your southern folk a fray ; Why should I lose ? the right is mine. My fate is not to die this day. Yonder is falsehood fled away. And haughty blowes his horn on hie ; Our bloody king that wears the crown. Full boldly shall the battle bide, His banner shall be beaten down, And hath none hole his head to hide. The sterns three that day shall die. That bears the hart in silver sheen. There is no riches, gold nor see. May lengthen his life an hour I ween. Thus through the field that knight shall ride, And twice rescue the king with crown ; He shall make many a banner yield, The knight that bears the tods three. He will by force the field to tae ; But when he fees the lion die, Think ye well he will be wae ? Beside him lights bairns three, Two are white, the third is blae. The tods three shall flay the two, The third of them shall make him die. Out of the field shall go no more, But one knight, and knaves three.

There comes a banner red as blood: In a ship of filver sheen, With him comes many ferly food. To work the Scots much hurt and woe, There comes a ghost out of the west, of another language then he,