For Faith and Magnanimitic;

He had few Fallows in the Field,

Zet fell by fatall Destinie,

For he nae ways wad grant to Zield.

XXVII.

SIR James Scrimgeor of Duddap, Knicht, Grit Constabill of fair Dunde,

Unto the dulefull Deith was dicht,

The Kingis cheif Banner man was he,

A valziant Man of Chevalrie,

Qubais Predeceffors wan that Place

At Spey, with gude King WILLIAM frie, Gainst Murray and Macduncans Race,

XXVIII.

GUDE Sir Allexander Irving,

The much renownit Laird of Drum,
Nane in his Days was bettir fene,
Quhen they war femblit all and fum;
To praise him we fould not be dumm,
For Valour, Witt and Worthynefs,
To end his Days he ther did cum,
Quhois Ranfom is remeidylefs.

XXIX.

AND thair the Knicht of Lawrifton
Was flain into his Armour schene,
And gude Sir Robert Davidson,

Quha proveft was of Aberdene,

The Knicht of Panmure, as was fene, A mortall Man in Armour bricht,

Sir Thomas Murray stout and kenë, Left to the Warld thair last gude Nicht.

XXX.

THAIR was not fen King Keneths Days
Sic strange inteftine crewel Stryf
In Scotland Sene, as ilk Man says,

Quhair mony liklie lost thair Lyfe;

Quhilk maid Divorce twene Man and Wyfe, And mony Childrene fatherless,

Quhilk in this Realme has bene full ryfe: LORD help these Lands, our Wrangs redress.

XXXI.

IN July, on Saint James his Even,
That Four and twenty difmall Day,
Twelve hundred, ten Score and eleven
Of Zeirs fen CHRYST, the Suthe to fay:
Men will remember as they may,
Quhen thus the Veritie they knaw,
And mony a ane may murn for ay,

The brim Battil of the Harlaw.

Ane BALLAT of the ferziet Frier of Tungland, How he fell in the Myre fleand to Turkland,

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Szung Auror with Chrystal Hail,

In Orient fchewd hir Visage pail,

A fwenyng Swyth did me affail,

Of Sonis of Sathanis Seid;
Methocht a Turk of Tartary,
Come throw the Bounds of Barbary,
And lay forloppin in Lombardy

Full lang in Watchmans Weid.

An Account of this Friar, who was an Italian, may be leen in Mr. Lefly's Hiftory. K. James IV made him Abbot of Tungland: He pretended and attempted to make Gold out of other Mettals; but failing of that, he next gave out, That he could fly, and very boldly appointed the Day and Place, which was from Starling Caffle, where the King and many Spectators faw him throw himself with his large Wings from the Rock, and break his Thigh bone.

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FRAE baptafing for to eschew,

Thair a religious Man he flew,

And cled him in his Habeit new,

For he couth wryte and reid, Quhen kend was his Diffimulance, And all his curfit Governance;

For Feir he fled, and come in France, With litill Lombard Leid.

III.

To be a Leiche he fenyt him thair,
Quhilk mony micht rew evirmair,
For he left nowthir fick nor fair

Unflane, or he hyne zed:

Vane-Organs he full cleinly carvit, Quhen of his Straik fae mony ftarvit, Dreid he had got quhat he desarvit, He fled away gude Speid.

IV.

In Scotland then the narrest Way
He come, his Cunning till affay;
To fum Men thair it was nae Play,
The preiving of his scigas.

Ia Pottingrie he wrocht grit Pyne,
He murdreift mony in Medecyne,

The Jew was of a grit engyne,
And generit was of Gyans.

V.

In Leich craft he was homecyd,
He wald haif for a Nicht to byd,

A Haiknay and the Hurtmans Hyd,

Sae mekle he was of Myance.

His Yrons was rude as ony Rawchter,

Quhair he leit Blude, it was nae Lauchter;
Full mony an Inftrument for Slauchter.

Was in his Gardevyance.

VI.

Hr couth gif Cure for Laxatyve,
Το gar a wicht Horfe want his Lyfe,
Quha eir affay wald Man or wyfe,

Thair Hipps zied hiddy-giddy. His Practicks neir war put to Preif, Bot fudden Deid or grit Mefchief; He had Purgation to mak a Thief

To die without a Widdy.

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