Mony toom saddle there shall be.’
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But Simmy was striken oer the head,
And thro the napskape it is gane,
And Moscrop made a dolefull rage
When Simmy on the ground lay slain.
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‘Fy, lay on them!’ co Martin Elliot,
‘Fy, lay on them cruelly!
For ere they win to the Kershop ford