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And quhen he, as ye hard me say, 70

In-till the kyrk Schyr Jhone haid slayn,

Till Louchmabane he went agayne;

And gert men, with his lettres, ryd

To freyndis apon ilke sid,[†] That come to hym with thar mengyhe; 75 And his men als assemblit he: And thocht that he wald mak him king. Our all the land the word gan spryng, That the Bruce the Cumyn had slayn; And, amang othir, lettres ar gayn 80 To the byschop off Androws towne, That tauld how slayn wes that baroun, The lettir tauld hym all the deid: And he till his men can it reid;[†] And sythyn said thaim; “Sekyrly 85 “I hop that Thomas prophecy[†] “Off Hersildoune sall veryfyd be[†] “In him; for, swa our Lord help me! “I haiff gret hop he sall be king, “And haiff this land all in leding.” 90