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And whan fhe cam to Maries kirk,

She fat on Maries ftean;

The cleading that fair Annet had on
It fkinkled in their een.

And whan fhe cam into the kirk
She fhimmer'd like the fun,
The belt that was about her waist,
Was a' wi' pearles bedone.

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.

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And reaching by the nut browne bride,

Laid it on fair Annets knee.

Up than fpak the nut-browne bride,
She fpak wi' meikle spite;

And whair gat ye that rose water,
That does mak yee fae white?

OI did get the rose-water,
Whair ye wull nier get nane,
For I did get that very rofe-water
Into my mithers wame.

The bride fhe drew a long bodkin,

Frae out her gay head gear,

And ftrake fair Annet unto the heart,
That word fpak nevir mair.

Lord Thomas he saw fair Annet wex pale,
And marvelit what mote bee:

But whan he faw her dear hearts blude,
A' wood-wroth vexed hee.

He drew his dagger, that was fae sharp,
That was fae fharp and meet,

And drave it into the nut-browne bride,
That fell deid at his feit.

Now ftay for me, dear Annet, he sed,
Now flay, my dear, he cry'd;
Than ftrake the dagger untill his heart,
And fell deid by her fide.

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,
They were twa luvers deare,

BRAVE LORD WILLOUGHBY.

HE fifteenth day of July,

TH

With glistering spear and shield,

A famous fight in Flanders
Was foughten in the field:
The most couragious officers
Were English captains three,
But the Braveft man in battel
Was brave lord Willoughbey.

The next was captain Norris,
A valliant man was hee;

The other captain Turner,

From field would never flee.

With fifteen hundred fighting men,

Alas! there were no more,
They fought with fourteen thousand then
Upon the bloody shore.

Stand to it noble pikemen,

And look you round about:

And shoot you right you bow-men,
And we will keep them out:

You mufquet and calliver men,

Do you prove true to me,
I'le be the foremost man in fight,
Says brave lord Willoughbey.

And then the bloody enemy
They fiercely did affail,

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
This fight endured fore,
Untill our men fo feeble grew

That they could fight no more,

And then upon dead horses
Full favourly they eat,

And drank the puddle water,
They could no better get.

When they had fed so freely
They kneeled on the ground,
And praised God devoutly

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,
And bullets thick did fly;
Then did our valliant foldiers
Charge on moft furioufly;
Which made the Spaniards waver
They thought it beft to flee,
They fear'd the ftout behaviour
Of brave lord Willoughbey.

Then quoth the Spanish general,
Come let us march away,
I fear we shall be spoiled all
If here we longer stay;
For yonder comes lord Willoughbey
With courage fierce and fell,

He will not give one inch of way
For all the devils in hell,

And then the fearful enemy
Was quickly put to flight,
Our men perfued couragiously,
And caught their forces quite;

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