with critical observations and biographical notices, by Robert Burns

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Below the arrows* arch they rush'd
Wr mony a shout, sae fast:
Beneath the rainbow the big clouds
Sae drives the roaring blast.
Bald Walter sprang frae aff his steid,
And drave him o'er the lee
" Curs'd be the name of that base cow'rd
That could but think to flee."
Firmly he set his manly foot,
And firm his targe he bare ;
Never may Walter greet his friends.
If Kenneth's see him mair.
Multa desunt.
Fair Margaret wi' her maidens sat
Within the painted wa*
She started at ilk breath of wind
That whistled through the ha*.
" Wha was't that gi'd yon cry below ?-
Say, page, does ill betide ?"
Jienneth and William baith are slain
Mak haste, mak haste and ride,"
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