That dougheti Duglas, lyff-tenant of the Marches,
he lay slean Chyviot within.
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His handdës dyd he weal and wryng,
he sayd, Alas, and woe ys me!
Such an othar captayn Skotland within,
he sayd, ye-feth shuld neuer be.
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Worde ys commyn to lovly Londone,
till the fourth Harry our kynge,