His voice was cleir, as cristal wer his ene;
As goldin wyr sa glitterand was his hair;
His garmound and his gyte full gay of grene,
With goldin listis gilt on every gair;
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Ane burely brand about his middill bair.
In his right hand he had ane groundin speir,
Of his father the wraith fra us to weir.
Nixt efter him com Mars, the god of ire,
Of stryf, debait, and all dissensioun;