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Now with his fierce and stalwart train, He reach'd a rising hight, Quhair braid encampit on the dale, 155 Norss menzie[485] lay in sicht. "Yonder my valiant sons and feirs[486] Our raging revers[487] wait On the unconquert Scottish sward To try with us their fate. 160