And whan fhe cam to Maries kirk, She fat on Maries ftean; The cleading that fair Annet had on And whan fhe cam into the kirk She fat her by the nut-browne bride, And her een they wer fae clear, Lord Thomas he clean forgat the bride, Whan fair Annet drew near. And reaching by the nut browne bride, Laid it on fair Annets knee. Up than fpak the nut-browne bride, And whair gat ye that rose water, OI did get the rose-water, The bride fhe drew a long bodkin, Frae out her gay head gear, And ftrake fair Annet unto the heart, Lord Thomas he saw fair Annet wex pale, But whan he faw her dear hearts blude, He drew his dagger, that was fae sharp, And drave it into the nut-browne bride, Now ftay for me, dear Annet, he sed, Lord Thomas was buried without kirk-wa', Fair Annet within the quiere; And o' the tane thair grew a birk, The other a bonny briere. And ay they grew, and ay they threw, As they wad faine be neare; And by this ye may ken right weil, BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY. HE fifteenth day of July, TH With glistering spear and shield, A famous fight in Flanders The next was captain Norris, The other captain Turner, From field would never flee. With fifteen hundred fighting men, Alas! there were no more, Stand to it noble pikemen, And look you round about: And shoot you right you bow-men, You mufquet and calliver men, Do you prove true to me, And then the bloody enemy And fought it out most furiously, Not doubting to prevail; The wounded men on both fides fell Moft pitious for to fee, Yet nothing could the courage quell Of brave lord Willoughbey. For feven hours to all mens view That they could fight no more, And then upon dead horses And drank the puddle water, When they had fed so freely For the favour they had found; And beating up their colours, The fight they did renew, And turning tow'rds the Spaniard A thousand more they flew, The sharp steel pointed arrows, Then quoth the Spanish general, He will not give one inch of way And then the fearful enemy |