And O but they were wonderous keen!
The foght with sowards of the temperd steel,
Till the drops of blood ran them betwen.
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‘O yeald thee, Percie,’ Montgomery crys,
‘O yeald ye, or I’ll lay the low;’
‘To whome should I yeald? to whom should I yeald?
To whom should I yeald, since it most be so?’
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‘O yeald ye to yon breckan-bush,