VII. UNTO nae Mefs eir preft this Prelat, Thocht he came hame a new maid Channoun. On him come nowdir Stole nor Fannoun, VIII. METHOCHT feir Faffonis he affailziet And fchupe in Turkie for to flie, 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, XI. THE Tarfall gaif him Tug for Tug, 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, They nybillt him with dinfome Cry, 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, 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 Had he reveild bene to the Ruiks, They had him riven with thair Cluiks: He did with Dirt him hyde. XVI. THE Air was dirkint with the Fowls, I walknit with the Noyfs and Schout, Senfyne I curft that cankirt Rout, Quaireir I gang or ryde. Finis quod DUNBAR. 味 ** ** *** 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? Keip this all fecret, gentil Brothir, Is nae Man thair that trefts ane uther: Of Innocents preveins a Futher: Sic Tydings hard I at the Seffion. |