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THE FLYTING OF MONTGOMERIE AND POLWART. 137
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/ifcontgomde to polwart.
Fals fecles foumart, Lo heir a defyance !
Go, asay thy sayance : doe, droche, quhat thow dow. 70
Trote, tyke, to a towe, mandrag but myance:
Wee will heir tythance, peild polwart, of thy pow.
Manie jeild 30W hes [thow] cald over a know,
Syne hyd them in a how, stark theife, ojihen thow staw the;«,
Mensweiring thow saw them, and maid bot a mow; 75
Syne fyld in the row, quhen the men come that awe them.
Thy dittay was deith; thow darr not deny it:
Thy trumperie was tryed; thy falsit they fand :
Borrow the band : “ cor mundum ” thow cryed,
Condemned to die, and [be] hung vp fre hand. 80
While thow paid a pand, in that stour thow did stand;
Wz‘t/$ a willie wand thy skin was weill scourged ;
23 a. Syne fein3eitlie forged, thow left the land.
Now, sirs, I demaund how [t]his podd can be purged?
3it, wanshappen schitt, thow schup such a suin^ei, 85
As proud as 30 pruin3e, 3our penns shalbe plucked.
Come kis where I cucked, and change [me] that cun3ie.
3our gryses grun3ie is grades and gooked 3
3our mouth must be1 mucked, quhill 36 be Instructed.
Foule flirdome 2 wanfucked, tersell of a taid ! 90
Thy metter mismaid hes louslie luicked :
I graunt thow conducted thy termer in a staid.
Little angrie attercope, & old vnsell ape,
3e grein for to gaipe vpon the gray meir.
Play with thy peir, or I will pull the lyk a pape ; 9 5
Go ryd in a rope for this Noble new 3eir.
1 MS. me.
2 MS. frildome.