XXVII.

WITH that my Hand methocht he fchuke,
And wischt I Happynefs micht bruke,
To eild be Nicht and Day;

Syne quicker than an Arrows Flicht,
He mountit upwarts frae my Sicht,

Straicht to the milkie Way;

My Mynd him followit throw the Skyes, Untill the brynie Streme

For Joy ran trinckling frae myne Eyes,

And wakit me frae Dreme;

Then peiping half fleiping,
Frae furth my rural Beild,
It cifit me and pleifit me

To fe and smell the Feild.

XXVIII.

FOR Flora in hir clene Array,

New washen with a Showir of May,

Lukit full fweit and fair;

Qubyle hir cleir Hufband frae aboif
Sched doun his Rayis of genial Luve,

Hir Sweits perfumt the Air;

The winds war huht, the Welkin cleird,

The glumand Clouds war fled,

And all as faft and gay appeird

As ane Elyfton Sched;
Quhilk heifit and bleifit

My Heart with fic a Fyre,
As raifes these Praises

That do to Heaven afpyre

Quod AR. SCOT.

Jok Up-a-lands Complaint against the Court in the Kings Nonaige.

I.

Ow is the King in tender Aige,

O CHRYST! Conserve him in his Eild,

To do Justice to Man and Page,

That gars our Land ly lang unteild,
Thocht we do double pay thair Wage;
Pure Commons prefent lie ar peild.
They ryde about in fic a Rege,
Be Firth and Forrest Muir and Feild,
With Bow Buckler and Brand

Lo quhair they ryde intill the Ry,
The Deil mot fane the Company,
I pray it frae my Heart trewly.
This faid Jok Up-a-land.

II.

He that was wont to beir the Barrows,
Betwixt the Bake-hous and the Brew-hous
On Twenty Shilling now he tarrows,
To ryd the Heigait by the Plewis;
But were I King, and haif gude Fallows,
In Norroway they fould heir of Newis,
I fould him tak, and all his Marrows,

And hing them hich upon zon Hewis,
And thairto plichts my Hand.
And all thir Lordis and Barronis grit,
Upon an Gallows fuld I knit,

That this doun treddit has our Quhit.

This faid Jok Up-a-land.

III.

BUT wald ilk Lord that our Law leids,
To Husbands Reffone do with Skill,
To chak thir Chiftains be the Heids,
And hing them heich upon ane Hill;
Then Hufbands labour micht their Steids,

And Preifts micht patter and pray their Fill:

For Hufbands fould necht haif fic Pleids,
And Scheip and Nolt micht ly full fill,

And Stakis and Rukis micht ftand;

For fen they raid amang our Dorrs,
With Splent on Spald and joufty Spurrs,

Thair grew nae Fruit intill our Furrs :
This faid Fok Up-a-land..

IV.

TAK a pure Man a Scheip or twae,
For Hungir or for Falt of Fude,
To five or fax wie Bairns or mae,
They will him hang in Halters rade,
But gif an tak a Flok or fae,

A Bow of Ky, and lat them blude,
Full faifly may he ryd or gae:

I wait nocht gif thir Laws be gude,

I fchrew them first them fand.

O JESU, for thy haly Paffioun,

Grant to him Grace that weirs the Crown,
To ding thir mony Kings all doun,

This faid Jok Up-a-land.

Quod KENNEDY,

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