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              The Prophecies of Thomas Rymer.              25

To the battle bowns him best, As loon as he the Senyour can see: The ratches works him great wanrest. Where they are rayed on a lee : I cannot tell who hath the best. Each one of them makes other die, A white swane set into blae. Shall semble from the south sea, To work the northern folk great woe. For know you well thus shall it be. The staiks aught with silver set. Shall semble from the other side, Till he and the swan be met, They shall work woe with wounds wide, Thro’ wounds wide their weeds hath set, So boldly will their bairns bide, It is no rock who gets the best. They shall both die in that same tide.

There comes, a lord out of the north, Riding upon a hors of tree, That broad lands hath beyond Forth: The white hind heareth he, And two raches that are blew, Stt into gold that is so free. That day the eagle shall him slay. And then put Up his banner hie. The lord that bears the lolands three. Set into gold with jewels two. Before him shall a battle be, He wears a banner that is blew, Set with peacocks tail three. And lusty ladiest treads two : Unsaine of one, each other shall be, All through grief together they go. I cannot tell who wins the gree, Each one of them shall other slay, The eagle gray set into green, C