‘I’ll meet him the morn wi five hundred men,
And fifty mair, if they may be;
And if he get the forest fair,
We’ll a’ die on the Newark lee.’
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Word is gane to Philiphaugh,
His sister’s son I’m sure was he,
To meet him the morn wi some supply,
‘For the noble king comes in the morn,
And landless men ye will a’ be.’