To lufty Men, and binds them up fae foir, THIR Crewell Men that ftentit has the Net. Bat King and Lord may weil wate what I mein, XLIII. QUHEN this was fayd, quoth Ejop, My fair Chyld, That Treafon off this Countrie be exyld, Quod Mr. Ro. HENRYSON. 0 2 THE TOD and the LAMB, O R, Follows the Wowing of the King when he was at Dumfermeling. I. His hinder Nicht in Dumfermeling, TH To me was tald a wonder Thing. That late a Tod was with a Lamb, And with hir playd, and made gude Game; II. He braift hir bonny Bodie fweit, And halft hir with his forder Feit, Syne fchuke his Tail with Whindge and Zelp; Then lourit on growf, and asked Grace; And that methocht a ferly Cafe. III. THE Tod was nowthir lein nor fcowry, He was a lufty reid haird Lowry, Ane lang taild Beift and grit withall; With fic a Trible to hald a Bafe Scho fled him not, fair mot her fall, And that methocht a ferly Cafe, ; THE Tod was reid, the Lamb was quhyte, Scho was a Morfell of Delyte; He luvit nae Ews auld teuch and Sklender, Because this Lamb was zung and tender. He ran upon her with a Race, And fcho fchup nevir to defend hir, And this methocht a ferly Cafe. V. He gripit her about the Waist, This Inocent that neir trefpaft, His girnand Gams hir nocht agaft, VI. Hɛ held hir till him be the Hals, VII. I will nae Leifings put in Verse, Lyke as fum Janglers do reherfe; But be quhat Manner they wer mard, And that methocht a ferly Cafe. VIII. QUHEN Folk do fleit in Joy maift far, IX. THROW hydious Howling of the Wowf, And hid him thair a gay lang Space; X. QUHEN of the Tod was heerd nae Peip, And this Report I with my Pen, Quod DUNBAR. |