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LXVI.

Mag.
Thou art a warrior, Hurra, that I ken,
And mickle famèd for thy handy deed.
Thou fightest but 'gainst maidens, and not men,
Nor e'er thou makest armed hearts to bleed.
Oft I, caparison'd on bloody steed,

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Have seen thee close beneath me in the fight,
With corpses I investing every mead,
And thou astonished, wondering at my might.
Then wouldest thou come in for my renome,
Albeit thou would'st run away from bloody doom.