Bannatyne Club > Buik of the most noble and vailzeand conquerour Alexander the Great

OF GADDERIS.
To bring vs of this perplexitie.
Thir folke that ar into iik thrang,
For Goddis lufe prais the to gang,
And fay to Alexander gif he,
Will vs refkew with his barnie.
That he wan neuer fa mekill ane day.
As in this bargane win he may.
For he may fuccour his menze,
And victor of his fais to be.
Thay think as now to fkaith vs fa,
That nane fall quick efchaip thame fra.
Thow hes me think na gud arming.
And to byde it is perrillous thing.
And gif thow will do this melfage,
Thow fall haue vnto thy vantage,
Ane hundreth pund of gold, perfay
And thair with al, by the thow may.
Arming and hors of grit bounte.
A beaufcheir to the duke laid he,
Ze fould not make me prayer,
Zit fawe I neuer the King but weir,
Na with fik tythandis for na chance.
Think I to mak my firfl: quentance.
Ze fould not mak zour meilinger.
Of ane pure man that ftrange wer.
Send to him ane richer man.
That do zour erand better can.
And gif I ga God for his will,
Lat me neuer cum agane zow till,
Zit was I neuer in ane ftour,
Quhair I micht preue my valour.
And into this I think to day,
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