Sir Isumbras at the Ford

BOOK THREE

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THE ROAD THAT FEW RETURNED ON

"It was mirk, mirk night, there was nae starlight, They waded through red blude to the knee; For a' the blude that's shed on the earth Rins thro' the springs o' that countrie."

_THOMAS THE RHYMER._