A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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Throw baith the cheikis he thocht to cheii* hipi.
Or throAV the erss heif chard ' him,
Bot by an aikerbraid it cam not neir him.,
I can nocht tell quhat marr'd him
Thair,
At Christis Kirk, &c.
With that a freynd of his cry'd, " Fy !'*
And up ane arrow drew.
He forgit it * sa furiously.
The bow in flenderis flew ;
Sa wes the will of God, trow I,
For had the tre bene trew.
Men said, that kend his archery.
That he had slane enow
That day.
At Christis Kirk, &c.
Ane haistie hensour, callit Harle,
Quhilk was ane archer heynd, 5
Tilt up ane takill, ^ but ony tary.
That turment so him teynd. 5
I wait nocht quidder his hand culd varie.
Or gif the man was his freynd
Bot he eschapeit throw the michts of Marie, '*
As man that na evil meynd.
That tyme.
At Christis Kirk, &c.
1 Pierced 2 Drew his bow
3 Expert, handy
4 Fitted up witiiout delay his tackle, his bow and arrow
5 That torment or vexation so angered him
6 Through the power and assistance of St Mary.—A common
saying
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