William Dunbar: The Tua Mariit Wemen and the Wedo (pp.177-188 in the volume) with William Dunbar: Lament for the Makars (pp.189-191 in the volume) with William Dunbar: Kynd Kittok (p.192 in the volume) with William Dunbar: The Testament of Mr Andro Kennedy (pp.193-196 in the volume) (Page 4 of 20)
(p.180) Than suld i haif i a
fresch feir to fang in mynn armys
To hald a freke quhill he faynt may foly be calit
Apone sic materis i mus at mydnyght full oft
And murnys so in my mynd i murdris my
selfin.
Than ly i walkand for wa and walteris about
Vvariand oft my wekit kyn that me away cast
To sic a craudoune but curage that knyt my cler bewte
And yer so mony kene knyghtis yis kenrik within
Than think i on a semelyar ye suth for to tell
Na is our syre be sic sevin with yat i syth oft
Than he ful tenderly dois turne to me his twme person.
And with a zoldin zerd dois zolk me in armys
And sais my souerane sueit thing quhy sleip
ze no betir
Me think yer haldis zow a hete as ze sum harme
alyt.
quod i my hony hald abak and handill me nought
sair
A hache is happinit hastely at my hert rut.
Vvith yat i seme for to swoune thought i na swerf
tak
And yus beswik i yat swane with my sueit wordis
I cast on him a crabit E quhen cleir day is cummyn
And lettis it is a luf blenk quhen he about glemys
I turne it in a tender luke that i in tene warit
And him behaldis hamely with hertly smyling
I wald a tender peronall that myght na put thole.
That hatit men with hard geir for hurting of
flesch
Had man gud my to hir gest for i dar god suer
Scho suld not stert for his straik a stray breid of erd.
And syne i wald that ilk band that ze so blist call
Had bund him so to to yat bryght quhill his bak werkit
And i wer in a beid broght with berne that me likit
I trow that bird of my blis suld a bourd want
Onone quhen yis amyable had endit hir speche
Loudly lauchand the laif
allowit hir mekle
Thir gay wiffis maid game amang ye grene
leiffis.
Thai drank et did away dule vnder derne bewis
Thai swapit of the sueit wyne yai swanquhit of hewis
