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... mony a heavy peal ; But he threw ower to them agen Baith pitch and tar barrel . With springalds , stanes , and gads of airn , Among them fast he threw ; * North Berwick , according to some reciters . Till mony of the Englishmen About ...
... mony a heavy peal ; But he threw ower to them agen Baith pitch and tar barrel . With springalds , stanes , and gads of airn , Among them fast he threw ; * North Berwick , according to some reciters . Till mony of the Englishmen About ...
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William Edmondstoune Aytoun. Till mony of the Englishmen About the wall he slew . Full fifteen days that braid host lay , Sieging auld Maitland keen , Syne they hae left him , hail and fair , Within his strength of stane . Then fifteen ...
William Edmondstoune Aytoun. Till mony of the Englishmen About the wall he slew . Full fifteen days that braid host lay , Sieging auld Maitland keen , Syne they hae left him , hail and fair , Within his strength of stane . Then fifteen ...
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... mony of our men he slew , And mony put to pain . " When Maitland heard his father's name , An angry man 8 AULD MAITLAND .
... mony of our men he slew , And mony put to pain . " When Maitland heard his father's name , An angry man 8 AULD MAITLAND .
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... mony of the Englishmen About the draw - brigg lay . Then they hae yoked carts and wains , To ca ' their dead away , And shot auld dykes aboon the lave , In gutters where they lay . The king , at his pavilion door , Was heard aloud to ...
... mony of the Englishmen About the draw - brigg lay . Then they hae yoked carts and wains , To ca ' their dead away , And shot auld dykes aboon the lave , In gutters where they lay . The king , at his pavilion door , Was heard aloud to ...
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... mony men did slay : " But we are nane the lads o ' France , Nor e'er pretend to be ; We are three lads o ' fair Scotland , Auld Maitland sons are we ; " Nor is there men , in a ' your host , Daur fight us three to three . " " Now , by ...
... mony men did slay : " But we are nane the lads o ' France , Nor e'er pretend to be ; We are three lads o ' fair Scotland , Auld Maitland sons are we ; " Nor is there men , in a ' your host , Daur fight us three to three . " " Now , by ...
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