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Furth prickit he throch the wud,
Lyk ane blak clud,

In tide tempestive,
Calland loud and hie,
On the woulff ne to flee,
Quhan fleand sikarlie,

He was belive.

Alace! in the woulffis mouth,
Borne was the mayd in trouth,

Shrikand dolore,
Hir waist jimp and smaw,
Crushit was atwixt his jaw,
And hir heid hong law

Sad thoch decore.

Hir armis saft and lyte,
And halse ivorie quhyt

Sweepit the grund.
Quhyll hir goun in the wynd,
Trailand wes behind,
Alace! sicht of sic kynd,

Nevir was fund.

Wae wes Schir Gormalyp,
Syne neir he ne win,

Albe he straive;
Eftsime his horss coupit
Ouir ane roche knoupit,
To erd Gormalyn loupit,

Deliver and braive. On feet he swyth ran Manie ane myl of land,

Nicht and day. Thorow day he ay saw Ilir sklendir waist in woulffis gaw, And thorow nicht a mane law,

For mercie alwaie. .

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Evir the mayd he schuke,
Wi ane feidfou leuk,

Girnand and yamfand.
And quhyl he dois hir dasch,
His teith stikis in hir flesch,
Makand ane deip gasch,

With felloun champand.

Mervailous it was to heir
Amangis hillis and heuchis dreir,

The maydis mane.
It seemit waneirdlie sound,
Suchand in aire around,
Calculed to astound,

• Wi fricht and pain.

Chewand his lippis wi yro, Gormalyn fers as fyr,

Shoutand persewit, Bot the Woulff unfoirfairn, Bure aff the bonnie bairn, Fleet lyk ane schot stern,

Far frae his bruit.

Doun on the garss grene,
Fawis stout Schir Gormalyn,

In disperaunce;
Forfauchten foirgane,
He list him mak mane,
That the May awa was tane,

In hour wanchance.

Alace! nouthir Tristram,
Nor bauld Schir Gawan,

Launcelot du Lak,
Noranie perle of hardiment,
Of Chivalrie culd schent, inolt
This woulff quha owre the bent, og

Schupeth his trak

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Very litle more of the manuscript from which the above is. anscribed, can be at all legible. Several stanzas seem to rejate to the ingredients which composed the sovereign beverage clministered to Schir Gormalyn by his Squyer, who, we are elsewhere informed, is “cunnand and lerit in al erbis of erd." From ouglit that can be perceived, this cordial was of a much more invigorating and wholesome description, than that which die lank jawed knight of La Mancha swallowed, after the rib Tasting he received from the Yanguesian carriers; for the pursuit after this wolf is continued with fresh ardour, and as might be expected, becomes of no ordinary length, being intere

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