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THE KINGIS QUAIR.
Cum, sormr, cum, the suete sesou/z and sonne!
Awake for schame! that haue ^ozzr hevy/mis wonne,
And amorously lift vp jozzr hedis all,
Thank lufe th«t list ^ou to his nwci call.”
35 Quhen thai this song had song a lytill thrawe,
Thai stent a quhile, and themvz't/z vnaffraid,
As I beheld and kest my« eyne a-lawe,
From beugh to beugh thay hippit and thai plaid,
And freschly in thain? birdis kynd arraid
Thain? fethem new, and fret thame In the sonne,
And thankit lufe, that had drain; makis wonne.
36 This was the plane ditee of thain? note,
And ther^-wzt/z-all vnto my-self I thoght,
“ Quhat lyf is this, that makzk birdw dote ?
Quhat may this be, how cuwmyth It of ought ?
Quhat nedith It to be so dere ybought ?
It is nothing, trowe I, bot feynit chere,
And that mezz list to count^rfeten chere.”
37 Eft wald I think; “ o lord, quhat may this be ?
That lufe is of so noble myg/it and kynde,
Lufing his folk, and suich prosperitee
Is It of him, as we in bukA fynd ?
May he oun; hertes setten and vnbynd ?
Hath he vpon cure hertis suich maistrye ?
Or all this is bot feynyt fantasye !
38 For gif he be of so grete excellence,
That he of euzry wight hath cure and charge,
Quhat haue I gilt to him or doon offense,
That I am thrall, and birdis gone at large,
Sen him to smie he mygfit set my corage ?