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,
After their Husband's Deid,

Has gotten Men has gart them ken,
If they could bear a Laid.

With a grene Sting, hes gart them bring
The Geir that won was by a Dring;

And fyne gart all the Bairnies fing,

Ramukloch in their Bed,

VIII.

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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,
And with gude Freynds ay mirry mak,
That it may well be knawn,

That thou art he quha wan this Geir;
And for thy Wyfe se thou nocht spair,
With blyth Freynds ay to make Repair,
Sae fall thy Worth be fhawn.

X.

FINIS quod I, quha fets not by
The ill Wyves of this Toun,
Tho' for Difpyte with me wald flyte,
Gif thay micht put me doun,

Gif they wald ken quha maid this Sang,
Quhidder they will him heid or hang,
Flemyings his Name quhair eir he gang,
In Country and in Toun.

Quod FLEMING.

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Sets not by, Does not Value. Put deun, Murder.

ROBIN and MA KYN E, A PASTORAL.

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I.

OBIN fat on the gude grene Hill,
Keipand a Flock of Fie,

Quhen mirry Makyne said him till,

O Robin rew on me.

I haif thee luivt baith loud and still,
Thir Towmonds twa or thre;

Aly Dule in dern but gif thou dill,
Doubtless bot Dreid I die.

II.

ROBIN replied, Now by the Rude,
Naithing of Luve I knaw,

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,
Thou Makyne to me fchaw;

Or quhat is Luve, or to be lude?
Fain wald 1 leir that Law.

III.

THE Law of Luve gin thou wald leir,
Tak thair an A, B, C;

Be keynd, courtas, and fair of Feir,
Wyfe, hardy, kind and frie,

Sae that nae Danger do the deir,
What Dule in dern thou drie;

Prefs ay to pleis, and blyth appeir,
Be patient, and privie.

IV.

ROBIN he anfwert her again,

I wat not qubat is Luve,

But I haif Marvell uncertain

Quhat maks thee thus wanrufe,

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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,
Eik and my Maidenheid :
Sen GOD he fends Bute for Bale,
And for Murning Remeid,

I dern with thee, but give I dale,
Doubtless I am but deid.

VI.

MAKYNE the Morn be this ilk Tyde,

Gif ye will melt me heir,

May be my Sheip may gang befyde,
Quhyle we have liggd full neir;

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.