Quote#War
At Branxton More and Flodden hylles
Quote byJohn Skelton · 1460–1529
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Agynst the Scottes (written c. 1513), Lines 131–134, quoted in The Complete English Poems of John Skelton: Revised Edition, ed. John Scattergood (2015), p. 104.
English (original)
At Branxton More and Flodden hylles, Our Englysh bowes, our Englysh bylles, Agaynst you gave so sharpe a shower, That of Scotland ye lost the flower.
— John Skelton
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