But maugre haif I, gif I byde,

Frae thay begin to fteir,

Quhat lyes on Heart I will nocht hyd,

Then Makyne mak gude Cheir.

VII.

Reft;

ROBIN thou reivs me of my

I luve but thee alane.

Makyne, adieu, the Sun goes Weft,
The Day is neir-hand gane.

Robin in Dule I am so drest,

That Luve will be my Bane, Makyne gae luve quhair eir ye list;

For Lemans I luid nane.

VIII.

ROBIN I ftand in fic a Style,

I fich, and that full fair

Makyne I have bene heir this quyle,.

At hame I wish I were.

Robin, my Hinny, talk and smyle,

Gif thou will do nae mair.

Makyne fum uther Man beguyle;
For hameward I will fare.

IX.

SYNE Robin on his Ways he went,

As light as Leif on Tree:

But Makyne murnt and made Lament,
Scho trow'd him neir to fee.

Robin he brayd attowre the Bent,
Then Makyne cryd on hie,
Now may thou fing, for I am fhent !
Quhat can ail Luve at me?

X.

MAKYNE went hame withouten fail,

And weirylie could weip;

Then Robin in a full fair Dale

Affemblit all his Sheip,

Be that fomepart of Makyns Ail,

Outthrow his Heart could creip,

Hir fast he followt to affail,

And till her tuke gude keip.

Brand attowre the Bent, hafted over the Field. Tuke gude Keip, kept a close Eye upon her,

XI.

ABYD, abyd, thou fair Makyne,

A Word for ony Thing;

For all my Luve it fall be thyne,
Withoutten departing,

All hale thy Heart for till have myne,

Is all my coveting;

My Sheip quhyle Morn till the Hours Nyne, Will mister nae keiping.

XII.

ROBIN, thou has heard fung and say,
In Jeffs and Storys auld,

The Man that will not when he may,
Sall have nocht when he wald.

I pray to Heaven baith Nicht and Day,
Be eikd their Cares fae cauld,

That preffes firft with thee to play,
Be Forrest, Firth or Fauld.

XIII.

MAKYNE, the Nicht is foft and dry,

The Wether warm and fair,

And the grene Wod richt neir hand by,
To walk attowre all where:

There may nae Janglers us efpy,

That is to Luve contrair,

Therin, Makyne, baith you and I,

Unfeen may mak Repair.

XIV.

ROBIN, that Warld is now away,
And quyt brocht till an End,
And neir again thereto perfay,
Sall it be as thou wend;

For of my Pain thou made but Play,
I Words in vain did spend;

As thou has done fae fall I fay,

Murn on, I think to mend.

XV.

MAKYNE, the Hope of all my Heal,
My Heart on thee is fet;

I'll evermair to thee be leil,
Quhile I may live but lett,

Never to fail as uthers feil,

Quhat Grace fo eir I get.

Rabin, with thee I will not deak;

Adieu, for this we met.

XVI.

MAKYNE went hameward blyth enough,

Outowre the Holtis Hair.

Pure Robin murnd and Makyne leugh;

Scho fang, and he sichd fair:

Scho left him in baith Wae and Wreuch,

In Dolor and in Care,

Keipand his Herd under a Heuch,

Amang the rafhy Gair.

Finis quod Mr. ROB, HENRYSON.