Quhen to the Soutar he did cum, Of all fic Words he was quyte dum, Sae fair he was agast. In Heart he tuke fae great a Scunder, A Rak of Farts lyke ony Thunder, Flew frae him Blaft for Blaft. IV. THE Soutar to the Feild him drest, Suppose he had nae lusty Varlet, His Banner was of barkit Hyd, Before that Rebald Rout: Full Soutar lyke he was of Laits; The Uly burstit out, R 4 V. QUHEN on the Tailzior he did luke, Into his Stommok was fic a Steir, To comfort him or he raid furder, The Deil of Knichthude gaif him Order, Fou fair fyne did he fpit; And he about the Devils Neck, Did fpew again a Quart of Blek, Thus knichtly he him quit. VI. THEN Fourty Times the Feynd cryd, Fy The Soutar richt afearedly, Unto the Feild he focht: Quhen he were ferved with their Speirs, Folk had a Feil be their Effeirs, Their Hearts were baith on Flocht, จ They fpurd their Horfe on either Syde, Syne they owtowre the Grund coud glyd, And them togither brocht. The Tailzior that was nocht weil fitten, He left his Sadle all befhitten, And to the Grund he focht. VII. His Harnes brak and made a Brattle, The Beist that frayed was richt evil, Ran with the Soutar to the Devil, Him he rewardit weil : Sumthing frae hin the Feynd efhewd, He thocht again he wald debate him, Ein quyte frae Neck to heil. VIII. He lowfit it aff with fic a Reird; He dang baith Horfe and Man till Eard, Now half I quit thee quoth Mahoun, The Deil gart them to Dungeon dryve, And made them Harlots baith for evir, IX. I had mair of their Warks written, With Belials Erfs unblift. But that fae gude a Bourd methocht, For Lauchter neir I brift: Quherthrow. I wakenit frae my Trance, To put this in Rememberance, Micht no Man me resist; For this faid Justing it befell, Here' ends the Soutar and the Tailziors War, B Follows ane Amends made to the forefaid I. ETWISHT the Twelt Hour and Elevin, I dreamd an Angel came frae Heaven, With Pleafand Stevin fayand on hie, |