The sharp arrowe ys gane,
That never after in all his lyffe days,
He spayke mo wordes but ane,
That was, “Fyghte ye, my merry men whyllys ye may,
For my lyff days ben[42] gan.”
The Perse leanyde on his brande,
And sawe the Duglas de;
He tooke the dede man be the hande,
And sayd, “Wo ys me for the!
To have sayvde thy lyffe I wold have pertyd[43] with