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CRONICLIS OF SCOTLAND.
Quhat availleth to the king or empreour
Sen princlie puissance may nocht be exemit
from Death quhois dolour can nocht be expremit.
Sen man in earth hes no plaice permanent
Bot all man pas to that horribill port 5
Lat us pray to the lord omnipotent
That dulfull day to be our gret comfort
That in his realme we may with him resort
quhilk frome the hell with his bluid ransonit beine
with Magdalen vmquhill of Scotland quein. 10
0 Death thocht thow the bodie may devoir
Of evirie man zet hes thow no puissance
Of thair wertew for to consume the gloir
As salbe seine on Magdallen of france
Vmquhill our quein quhome poetis sail avance 15
And put hir in perpetwall memorie
So sail hir fame of the haue wictorie.
Thocht thow hes slaine the hevinlie flour of france
quhilk Impit was into the thristell kein
quhairin all Scotland saw thair haill plesance 20
And maid the lyone reioysed frome displein
Thocht rute be pullit frome the leawis greine
The smell of it sail in dispyt of the
Keip evir twa realmes in pace and vnitie.]
1Now haue we deplorit heir with circumstance 25
The death and lyff of this lustie quein
Beseikand zow to haue remembrance
The tyme is schort that we haue heir I wein
And now it is and ay befoir hes beine
That princes dayes induires bot ane dreme 3°
Bot we will returne with god and lat thame alane.
Amen.
1 The last rather halting stanza is not in Lyndsay’s poems as
printed, and apparently was added by Pitscottie.

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