XLIII.
The sternis of ane nothir strynd steris so fair,
Ane callit Murray, the riche lord of renovnis,
Deit, and a douchter had till his deir air,
Off all his tressour vntald, towris and townis: [A. tressoun.]
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The Dowglass in thai dayis, douchty all quhar,
Archebald the honorable in habitaciounis,
Weddit that wlonk wicht, worthy of ware,
With rent and with richess; and be thai ressonis
He bure the sternis of estait in his stele weidis;
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Blyth, blomand, and bricht,
Throw the Murrayis micht;
And sa throw Goddis forsicht
The Dowglass succedis.
XLIV.
The lyon lansand on loft, lord in effeir,
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For gud causs, as I gess, is of Gallaway.
Quhen they rebellit the crovne, and couth the kyng deir, [and caus the king dere.]
He gaif it to the Dowglass, heretable ay,
On this wyss gif he couth wyn it on weir; [of were.]
Quhilk for his souerane saike he set till assay; [soueranis.]
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Kelit dovne thar capitanis, and couth it conquir; [his capitanis.]
Maid it firme, as we fynd, till our Scottis fay.
Tharfor the lyoun he bure, with loving and loiss,
Of siluer semely and sure,
In a field of asure,
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Crovnit with gold pure
To the purposs.
XLV.
The forest of Ettrik, and vthair ynewe,
The landis of Lawdir, and lordschipis sere,
