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The lord of Lorn attacks the king's men	A
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The lord off Lorne wonnyt thar by	B
That wes capitale ennymy	C
To the king for his emys sak	D
Jhon Comyn and thocht for to tak	D
Vengeance apon cruell maner	E
Quhen he the king wyst wes sa ner	E
He assemblyt his men in hy	B
And had intill his cumpany	A
The barounys off Argyle alsua	F
Thai war a thousand weill or ma	C
And come for to suppris the king	G
That weill wes war of thar cummyng	G
Bot all to few with him he had	H
The quhethir he bauldly thaim abaid	H
And weill ost at thar fryst metyng	G
War layd at erd but recoveryng	G
The kingis folk full weill thaim bar	E
And slew and fellyt and woundyt sar	E
Bot the folk off the tother party	H
Faucht with axys sa fellyly	I
For thai on fute war everilkane	A
That thai feile off thar hors has slayne	A
And till sum gaiff thai woundis wid	H
James off Douglas wes hurt that tyd	H
And als Schyr Gilbert de le Hay	J
The king his men saw in affray	E
And his ensenye can he cry	E
And amang thaim rycht hardyly	I
He rad that he thaim ruschyt all	I
And fele off thaim thar gert he fall	I
Bot quhen he saw thai war sa feill	I
And saw thaim swa gret dyntis deill	I
He dred to tyne his folk forthi	K
His men till him he gan rely	I
And said 'Lordyngis foly it war	E
Tyll us for till assembill mar	E
For thai fele off our hors has slayn	A
And giff yhe fecht with thaim agayn	A
We sall tyne off our small mengye	L
And our selff sall in perill be	H
Tharfor me thynk maist avenand	H
To withdraw us us defendand	H
Till we cum out off thar daunger	E
For our strenth at our hand is ner '	B
Then thai withdrew thaim halely	I
Bot that wes nocht full cowartly	I
For samyn intill a sop held thai	I
And the king him abandonyt ay	J
To defend behind his mengye	L
And throu his worschip sa wrouch he	H
That he reskewyt all the flearis	F
And styntyt swagat the chassaris	F
That nane durst out off batall chas	F
For alwayis at thar hand he was	F
Sa weile defendyt he his men	A
That quha sa ever had seyne him then	A
Prove sa worthely vasselage	M
And turn sa oft sythis the visage	M
He suld say he aucht weill to be	H
A king off a gret reawt	H
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Comparisons from Celtic and classical legends with the king's	F
defence of his men	A
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Quhen that the lord off Lorne saw	F
His men stand off him ane sik aw	F
That thai durst nocht folow the chase	F
Rycht angry in his hart he was	F
And for wondyr that he suld swa	N
Stot thaim him ane but ma	C
He said 'Me think Marthokys sone	A
Rycht as Golmakmorn was wone	A
To haiff fra Fyn all his mengne	A
Rycht swa all his fra us has he '	-
He set ensample thus mydlike	G
The quhethir he mycht mar manerlik	G
Lyknyt hym to Gaudifer de Larys	F
Quhen that the mychty Duk Betys	F
Assailyeit in Gadyrris the forrayours	F
And quhen the king thaim maid rescours	F
Duk Betys tuk on him the flycht	H
That wald ne mar abid to fycht	H
Bot Gaudifer the worthi	I
Abandonyt him so worthyly	I
For to reskew all the fleieris	F
And for to stonay the chasseris	F
That Alysander to erth he bar	E
And alsua did he Tholimar	E
And gud Coneus alsua	F
Danklyne alsua and othir ma	C
Bot at the last thar slayne he wes	F
In that failyeit the liklynes	F
For the king full chevalrusly	I
Defendyt all his cumpany	A
And wes set in full gret danger	E
And yeit eschapyt haile and fer	E
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The king kills the two Mac na Dorsair brothers and their fellow	I
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Twa brethir war in that land	H
That war the hardiest off hand	H
That war intill all that cuntre	E
And thai had sworn iff thai mycht se	F
The Bruys quhar thai mycht him our ta	C
That thai suld dey or then hym sla	I
Thar surname wes Makyne Drosser	E
That is al so mekill to say her	E
As the Durwarth sonnys perfay	O
Off thar covyne the thrid had thai	I
That wes rycht stout ill and feloune	A
Quhen thai the king off gud renoune	A
Saw sua behind his mengne rid	H
And saw him torne sa mony tid	H
Thai abaid till that he was	F
Entryt in ane narow place	F
Betwix a louch sid and a bra	E
That wes sa strait Ik underta	H
That he mycht nocht weill turn in his sted	H
Then with a will till him thai yede	H
And ane him by the bridill hynt	H
Bot he raucht till him sic a dynt	H
That arme and schuldyr flaw him fra	E
With that ane other gan him ta	H
Be the lege and his hand gan schute	H
Betwix the sterap and his fute	H
And quhen the king feld thar his hand	H
In his sterapys stythly gan he stand	H
And strak with spuris the stede in hy	I
And he lansyt furth delyverly	I
Swa that the tother failyeit fete	H
And nocht for thi his hand wes yeit	H
Undyr the sterap magr his	F
The thrid with full gret hy with this	F
Rycht till the bra syd he yeid	H
And stert behynd hym on his sted	H
The king wes then in full gret pres	F
The quhether he thocht as he that wes	F
In all hys dedys avis	F
To do ane outrageous bounte	H
And syne hyme that behynd him was	F
All magr his will him gan he ras	F
Fra behynd him thocht he had sworn	A
He laid hym evyn him beforn	A
Syne with the swerd sic dynt hym gave	O
That he the heid till the harnys clave	O
He rouschit doun off blud all rede	H
As he that stound feld off dede	H
And then the king in full gret hy	I
Strak at the tothir vigorusly	I
That he efter his sterap drew	E
That at the fyrst strak he him slew	E
On this wis him delyverit he	H
Off all thai felloun fayis thre	E
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Mac Nachtan praises the king	G
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Quhen thai of Lorne has sene the king	G
Set in hym selff sa gret helping	G
And defendyt him sa manlely	E
Wes nane amang thaim sa hardy	H
That durst assailye him mar in fycht	H
Sa dred thai for his mekill mycht	H
Thar wes a baroune Maknauchtan	A
That in his hart gret kep has tane	A
To the kingis chevalry	E
And prisyt him in hert gretly	E
And to the lord off Lorne said he	H
'Sekyrly now may ye se	F
Be tane the starkest pundelan	A
That evyr your lyfftyme ye saw tane	A
For yone knycht throu his douchti deid	H
And thro his outrageous manheid	H
Has fellyt intill litill tyd	H
Thre men off mekill prid	H
And stonayit all our mengye swa	N
That eftyr him dar na man ga	H
And tournys sa mony tyme his stede	H
That semys off us he had na dred '	-
Then gane the lord off Lorn say	F
'It semys it likis ye perfay	O
That he slayis yongat our mengye '	-
'Schyr ' said he 'sa Our Lord me se	F
To sauff your presence it is nocht swa	N
Bot quhether sa he be freynd or fa	O
That wynnys prys off chevalry	E
Men suld spek tharoff lelyly	E
And sekyrly in all my tyme	C
Ik hard never in sang na ryme	C
Tell off a man that swa smertly	E
Eschevyt swa gret chevalry '	-
Sic speking off the king thai maid	H
And he eftyr his mengye raid	H
And intill saufte thaim led	H
Quhar he his fayis na thing dred	H
And thai off Lorne agayn ar gayn	A
Menand the scaith that thai haiff tayn	A
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The king comforts his men with the example	E
of the recovery of Rome from Hannibal	E
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The king that nycht his wachis set	H
And gert ordayne that thai mycht et	H
And bad conford to thaim tak	G
And at thar mychtis mery mak	G
For disconford as then said he	H
Is the werst thing that may be	H
For throu mekill disconforting	G
Men fallis oft into disparing	G
And fra a man disparyt be	H
Then utraly vencusyt is he	H
And fra the hart be discumfyt	H
The body is nocht worth a myt	H
'Tharfor ' he said 'atour all thing	G
Kepys you fra disparyng	G
And think thouch we now harmys fele	E
That God may yeit releve us weill	E
Men redys off mony men that war	E
Fer harder stad then we yhet ar	E
And syne Our Lord sic grace thaim lent	H
That thai come weill till thar entent	H
For Rome quhilum sa hard wes stad	H
Quhen Hanniball thaim vencusyt had	H
That off ryngis with rich stane	A
That war off knychtis fyngeris tane	A
He send thre bollis to Cartage	M
And syne to Rome tuk his viage	M
Thar to distroye the cite all	E
And thai within bath gret and small	E
Had fled quhen thai saw his cummyng	G
Had nocht bene Scipio the king	G
That or thai	I