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THE BRAES OF YARROW (Wm. Hamilton of Bangour).

"Curse ye, curse ye, his useless, useless shield,
My arm that wrought the deed of sorrow,
The fatal spear that pierc'd his breast,
His comely breast on the braes of Yarrow."—P. 136.