Thomas of Erceldoune

“ Shall never down on thy skin nor birs be thee left.
The thunder shall work thy hold to the cold earth,
Shall never stone upon stone nor ground be thee left,
And so that wretched work is destroyed for ever. ”

“ While a chiftain unchosen choose forth himself,
And ride over the region, and for Roy holden:
Then his scutifiers shall skail all the fair south,
From Dumbarton to Dover and deal all the lands:
He shall be kid conqueror, for he is kind Lord,
Of all Britain that bounds to the broad sea.
The conquessing shall be keeped, and never conquest after.
By the cost ye shall know when the knight comes,
He has a mark in the middle, where no man may know ”