Quha lifts not here to make gude Cheir, Perchance his Guids an uthir Yeir Be fpent, quhen he is brought to Beir, Quhen his Wyfe taks the Fling. VII. IT has bene fene, that wyfe Women, Has gotten Men has gart them ken, With a grene Sting, hes gart them bring And fyne gart all the Bairnies fing, Ramukloch in their Bed, VIII. f THEN wad fcho fay, Alake this Day, For him that wan this Geir, Quhen I him had, I fkairfly faid, My Heart anes mak gude Cheir. Or I had letten him spend a Plak, I lure haif witten him brake his Bak, Or els his Craig had gotten a Crak, Ower the Hicht of the Stair. IX. ZE Niggarts then Example tak, And leir to spend your awn, That thou art he quha wan this Geir; X. FINIS quod I, quha fets not by Gif they wald ken quha maid this Sang, Quod FLEMING. E 3 Sets not by, Does not Value. Put deun, Murder. ROBIN and MA KYN E, A PASTORAL. R I. OBIN fat on the gude grene Hill, Quhen mirry Makyne said him till, O Robin rew on me. I haif thee luivt baith loud and still, Aly Dule in dern but gif thou dill, II. ROBIN replied, Now by the Rude, But keip my Sheip undir yon Wod, Lo quhair they raik on Raw. Dule in dern, Sorrow in fecret. Dill, ftill, calm, or mitigate. Raik on Raw, go apacè in a Row. Quhat can have mart thee in thy Mude, Or quhat is Luve, or to be lude? III. THE Law of Luve gin thou wald leir, Be keynd, courtas, and fair of Feir, Sae that nae Danger do the deir, Prefs ay to pleis, and blyth appeir, IV. ROBIN he anfwert her again, I wat not qubat is Luve, But I haif Marvell uncertain Quhat maks thee thus wanrufe, E 4 Fair of Feir of a fair and healthful Look. The Wedderis fair, and I am fain ; My Sheip gaes hail abuve, Gif we fould pley us on the Plain, They wald us baith repruve, V. ROBIN tak tent unto my Tale, And do all as I reid; And thou fall haif my Heart all hale, I dern with thee, but give I dale, VI. MAKYNE the Morn be this ilk Tyde, Gif ye will melt me heir, May be my Sheip may gang befyde, Wedderis, Weather's. It is to be noticed, that our Elders never apoftrophifed, yet by this one may judge that in every like Cafe they pronounced, as if fuch Vowels were cut off with an Apoftrophe: Without allowing this, many of their Lines will not be Numbers. |