The foldan ftrucke a second stroke, The foldan ftrucke a third fell stroke, The knighte he leapt upon his feete, All reckleffe of the pain : Quoth hee, But heaven be now my speede, Or elfe I fhall be flaine. He grasped his sworde with mayne and mighte, And spying a fecrette part, He drave it into the foldan's fyde, And pierced him to the heart. Then all the people gave a shoute, That had refkewed her from thrall, And nowe the kinge with all his barons And downe he stepped intò the liftes That curteous knighte to greete. E 2 150 155 160 165 170 But And if thou wilt lend me the Eldridge sword< I trufte in Chrifte for to flay this fiende Goe fetch him downe the Eldridge fworde, The gyaunt he ftepped into the lifts, I fweare, as I am the hend foldàn, Then forthe the ftranger knight he came The ladye fighed a gentle fighe, "That this were my true knighte!" And nowe the gyaunt and knighte be m And now with fwordes foe fharpe of stee The foldan ftrucke the knighte a stroke Then woe-begone was that fayre ladyè, red his fworde with mayne and mighte, bying a fecrette part, et in to the foldan's fyde, erced him to the heart. he people gave a shoute, dey fawe the foldan fale: Jewept, and thanked C1-1 ad refkewed her from m ve the kinge with la ope from offen The he stepped in. treous knighte E: O, I hae killed my hauke fae guid; And I had nae mair bot hee, O. Zour haukis bluid was nevir fae reid; Edward, Edward. 10 Zour haukis bluid was nevir fae reid ; My deir fon I tell thee, O. Mither, mither: O, I hae killed my reid-roan steid, C, I hae killed my reid-roan fteid, That erft was fae fair and frie, O. 15 Zour fleid was auid, and ze hae gat mair, Edward, Edward : Zour fleid was auld, and ze hae gat mair, Ard quhatter perance will ze drie for that? My deir fon, now tell me, O. le it my fit in zonder boat, Ile fet my feit in zonder boat, And Ile fare ovir the sea, O. And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha', Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ze doe wi' zour towirs and zour ha’, 35 Ile let thame ftand tul they doun fa', Mither, mither: Ile let thame ftand tul they doun fa', For here nevir mair maun I bee, O. 40 And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Edward, Edward? And quhat wul ze leive to zour bairns and zour wife, Quhan ze gang ovir the fea, O? The warldis room, late them beg thrae life, Mither, mither: The warldis room, let them beg thrae life, For thame nevir mair wul I fee, O. And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, Edward, Edward: And quhat wul ze leive to zour ain mither deir, My deir fon, now tell mee, O. The curfe of hell frae me fall ze beir, Mither, mither: E 4 45 50 The |