And the erle deliuered it to mee;
Seven shoots before your face I shott,
And att the eighth in sunder it did flee.
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‘Then I bad the Scott bow downe his face,
And gather vp the bow, and bring it to his king;
Then it liked your noble Grace
Into your guard for me to bring.
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‘Sithen I haue liued a merry liffe,