The ever green, being a collection of Scots poems, wrote by the ingenious before 1600, publ. by A. Ramsay

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Page 247 - STATELY stept he east the wa', And stately stept he west, Full seventy years he now had seen, Wi' scarce seven years of rest. He liv'd when Britons breach of faith Wrought Scotland mickle wae : And ay his sword tauld to their cost, He was their deadlye fae.
Page 256 - For thrang fcarce could they flie, The Darts clove Arrows as they met, The Arrows dart the Trie. Lang did they rage and...
Page 191 - Weill ryde and meit our lawful King, And bring him safe to Gilnockie. Make Kinnen and Capon ready then, And Venison in great Plenty, Weill welcome Hame our Royal King, I hope heill dyne at Gilnockie. They ran their Horse on the Langum Howm, And brake their Speirs with mekle main ; The Ladys lukit frae their loft Windows, God bring our Men weil back again.
Page 191 - When Johnie cam before the king, Wi' a' his men sae brave to see, The king he movit his bonnet to him ; He ween'd he was a king as weel as he.
Page 190 - The king he wrytes a luving letter, With his ain hand sae tenderly: And he hath sent it to Johny A[r]mstrang, To cum and speik with him speidily.
Page 249 - To horse, to horse, my royal liege, Your faes stand on the strand, Full twenty thousand glittering spears The king of Norse commands.
Page 249 - The king of Norse, in summer tyde, Puft up with powir and micht, Landed in fair Scotland the yle With mony a hardy knicht. The tydings to our gude Scots king Came as he sat at dyne, With noble chiefs in braif aray, Drinking the blude-reid wyne.
Page 191 - Wi' a' his men sae brave to see, The King he movit his bonnet to him ; He ween'd he was a King as well as he. " May I find grace, my sovereign liege, Grace for my loyal men and me ? For my name it is Johnie Armstrang, And subject of yours, my liege,
Page 257 - ... to man, But bludy, bludy was the field, Or that lang day was done.
Page 248 - To ftand by Liege and Land : Hie was their Fame, hie was their Micht, And hie was their Command.

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