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Finlay’s Scottish Ballads, I, xviii f; from recitation.
1
Then out an spak a little wee boy,
And he was near o Percy’s kin:
Methinks I see the English host
A coming branking us upon.
2
Wi nine waggons scaling wide,
And seven banners bearing high;
It wad do any living gude
To see their bonny colours fly.