Tak Consolation in zour Pain, Out of Distress of Stirvling Toun LECTIO II. Patriarchs, Prophets and Apostles deir, Virgins, Confessouris, Martyris cleir, And all the Seat celestiall, Devoutly we upon them call, That sune out of zour Pains fell, With mony Comforts of grit Dainty, Responsum, tu autem Dom. GOD and Sanct Jeil heir zou convoy Baith sune and weil, GoD and Sanct Jeil, To Sonce and Seil, Solace and Joy, GoD and Sanct Jeil heir zou convoy, Out of Stirvlings Pains fell, In Edinbrugh Joy sune mot ze dwell. LECTIO III. We pray to all the Saints in Heaven, That ar abune the Starns seven, Zou to bring out of zour Penance, That ze may sune sing, play and daunce In Edinbrugh heir, and mak gude Cheir, In Desart not with zou to dwell, And schaw them, quhen thair Pains ar past, And therfor hou suld ze considder Of Edinbrughs Bless, quhen zou cum hidder: Of Stirling Toun, the Pains soir, And therfore tak in Patience Zour Penance and zour Abstinence, And ze sall cum or Zule begin Into the Bless that we ar in; Respons. tu autem Dom. Cum hame and dwell nae mair in Stirvling, Frae hydious Hell cum hame and dwell, Quhair Fisch to sell ar nane but Spirrling, Cum hame and dwell nae mair in Stirling. * འ་་་་་་ THE FLYTING. Dunbar to Kennedie. ERSCH brybour Baird, vyle Beggar with thy Bratts, -bittin Kennedie, Coward of Kynd, Ill-far't and dryit, as Densman on the Ratts, Lyke as the Gledds had on thy gule Snowt dynd; Monster mismaid, ilk Mune out of thy Mynd, Riven, raggit Ruke, and full of Rebaldrie, And into uther Science nothing slie, Dastard, thou speirs, Gif I dare with thee fecht? Thou Crop and Rute of Traytor treasonable, For quhilk Brybour zit sall thou thole a Brief; Tho' I wald lie, thy frawart Phisnomy Or thou durst move thy Mynd malitious, Thou saw the Sail abune my Heid updraw; But Eolus full wid, and Neptunus, Mirk and Muneless, was met with Wind and Waves, Thou callis thee Rethory with thy goldin Lipps: Sen thou of Worschip wad sae fain be styld; Sall fairer Inglis mak, and mair perfyte, Than thou can bleber with thy Carrick Lipps. Bettir thou gains to leid a Dog to skomer, Pynd Pyck-purse Pelour, than with thy Maister pingle; Thou lay richt prydles in the Peis this Sommer, And fain at Evin for to bring hame a Single, Syne rubbd it at ane uther auld Wyfis Ingle: In Winter now for Purtith thou art trakit, Thou has nae Breiks to let thy Hawlocks gingle; Gae beg a Club, for Bard thou sall gae nakit. Lean, lounger, lowsy, baith in Lisk and Lunzie, Fy, skowdert Skyn, thou art but Skyre and Skrumple; For he that rosted Lawrance had thy Grunzie, And he that hid Saint Johns Een with a Wimple, And he that dang Saint Augustyne with a Rumple, Thy foul Front had he that Bartilmo flayd; The Gallows gapes after thy graceles Gruntle, Comerwald Crawdon, nane compts the a Kers, He says, Thou skaffs and begs mair Beir and Aits, Nor ony Criple in Carrick Land about: Uther pure Beggars thole with thee Debates, Carlings decript on Kennedie cry out. Matter enough I haif, I neid not fenzie, Thocht thou foul Trumper has upon me lied, Carrion corrupt, hich sall I cry thy Senzie; Thinks thou not hou thou came into grit Neid, Greitand in Gallaway, lyke Gallow Breid, Ramand and rowpand, beggand Ky and Ox, I saw thee there into thy Watchmans. Weid, Quhilk was not worth a Pair of auld gray Socks. Ersch Katherene with thy Polk, Breik and Rilling, Thou and thy Quean as greidy Gleds ze gang With Polks to Mill, and begs baith Meil and Schilling, Thair is but Lyce and lang Nails zou amang, Foul Heggerbald, for Hens this will ze hang, Thou has a perilus Face to play with Lambs; A Thousand Kids wer they in Falds full strang, Thy Limmer Luke wald fley them and thair Dams. Intill a Glen thou has, out of Repair, A laithly Ludge that was the Lipper Mens, With thee a Soutars Wyfe of Bliss as bair, Ze lyke twa Stalkers steils in Cocks and Hens, Thou pluks the Poultry, scho pulls aff the Pens, All Carrick crys, God gin this Dowf wer drownd; And quhen thou heirs a Guse quaik in the Glens, Sweiter thou thinkst than Mattins Bell of Sound. |