The Death of Alexander

When Alysandyr our King was dede
That Scotland led in luve and le,
Away was sons of ale and brede,
Of wine and wax, of gamyn and gle;
Our gold was changyd into lede.
Christ born into Virginitie
Succour Scotland and remede
That stad is in perplexytie.
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