VII.

UNTO nae Mefs eir preft this Prelat,
For Sound of facring Bell nor Skellat,
As Blackfmyth brukit was his Pallat,
For batting at the Study.

Thocht he came hame a new maid Channoun.
He had difpenfit with Matynis Capnoun,

On him come nowdir Stole nor Fannoun,
For fmuking of the Smydy,

VIII.

METHOCHT feir Faffonis he affailziet
To mak the Quinteffance, and failziet;
And when he faw that nocht availziet,
A Fedrem on he tuke:

And fchupe in Turkie for to flie,
And quhen that he did mont on hic,
All Fowl ferliet quhat he fould be,
That did upon him Luke,

IX.

SUM held he had bene Dedalus,

Sum the Minatour marvellous,

And fum the Smyth of Mars, Vulcanus,

And fum Saturnus Kuke.

And ay the Cuschetts at him tuggit,

The Ruiks him rent, the Ravyns druggit; The hudit Craws his Hair furth ruggit,

The Hevin he micht not bruke.

X.

THEN Mytane and Saint Martyns Fowl Wend he had bene the hornit Howle; They fet upon him with a Zowle,

And gaif him Dynt for Dynt. The Golk, the Gormaw, and the Gled, Beft him with Buffets till he bled;

The Spar-halk to the Spring him fped,
As ferfs as Fyre off Flint

XI.

THE Tarfall gaif him Tug for Tug,
A Stanchell hang in ilka Lug,
The Pyot furth his Pens did rug,

The Stork straik ay but Styne.

The Biffart biffy bot Rebuke,

Scho was sae cleverous of her Cluke,

His B.

she micht nae langer bruke,

Scho held them at a Hynt.

THICK was the Cloud of Kayis and Crawis,

Of Marlzeons, Mittains, and of Mawis,
That bikkirt at his Baird with Blawis
In Battill him about.

They nybillt him with dinfome Cry,
The Rerd of them raife to the Sky,
And evir he cryd on Fortune, Fy,

His Lyfe was into Dowt.

XIII.

THE Jae him fkrippit with a Skryke,

And fkornit him as it was lyk,

The Egill strong at him did ftryk,

And rawcht him mony a Rout.

For Feir uncunnandly he cawkit,

Quhyle all his Penns wer drownt and drawkit, He maid a hundreth Nolt all hawkit.

Beneath him with a Spowt.

XIV.

He fchure his Feddreme that was fchene,

And flippit out of it ful! clene,

And in a Myre, up to the Ene,

Amang the Glar did glyd,

The Fowlis all at the Fedreme dang,
As at a Monster, them amang,
Qubyle all the Penns of it outsprang

Intill the Air full wyde.

XV.

AND he lay at the Plunge eirmair,

Sae langs be hard a Ravin rair;

The Craws him focht with Crys of Cair
In every Schaw befyde.

Had he reveild bene to the Ruiks,

They had him riven with thair Cluiks:
Thre Days in Dubs amang the Duiks,

He did with Dirt him hyde.

XVI.

THE Air was dirkint with the Fowls,
That came with Zawmers and with Zowls,
With Skryking. Skryming and with Scouls
To tak him in the Tyde.

I walknit with the Noyfs and Schout,
Sic hydious Beir was me about,

Senfyne I curft that cankirt Rout,

Quaireir I gang or ryde.

Finis quod DUNBAR.

味

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TYDINGS frae the SESSIO N.

A

Murelands Man of Uplands Mak,

At hame thus to his Nychbour spak, What Tydings, Goffip, Peice or Weir; The tother founit in his Eir,

1 tell zou this under Confeffion,

But laitly lichtit aff my Meir,

I come of Edinburgh frae the Seffion.

II.

QUHAT Tydings hard ze thair, I pray zou?
The tother anfwert, I fall fay zou,

Keip this all fecret, gentil Brothir,

Is nae Man thair that trefts ane uther:
A common Doer of Tranfgreffion,

Of Innocents preveins a Futher:

Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion.