William Dunbar

“ Deidbeiris moder, caffin in by the fe, The wariet apill of the forbiddin tre, That Adame eit, quhen he tynt Paradyce, Scho eit invennomit lyk a cokkatryce, 295 Syne marreit with the Devill for dignite. ”

“ And yit Mont Falcone gallowis is our fair, For to be fylit with fie ane frutlefs face; 370 Cum hame, and hing on our gallowis of Air, To erd the undir it I fall purchefs grace; To eit thy flefch the doggis fall haif na fpace, The revynis fall ryfe na thing bot thy tung rutis, For thow fik malice of thy Maifter mutis, 375 It is weill fett that thow fie barret brace. ”

“ It cumis the of kynde to be ane tratour, To ryd on nycht, to rug, to reif, to fteill. Quhen thow puttis poyfone to me, I appeill 405 The in that parte, and preif it on thy perfoun; Clame nocht to clergy, for I defy the garfoun, Thow fall by it deir, Avith me, duerch, and thow dele.
In Ingland, owle, fould be thy habitatioun, Homage to Ed wart Langfchankis maid thy kyn, 410 In Dunbar reffavit him thy fals natioun, Thay fowld be exylit Scotland mair and rayn. Ane ftark gallowis, ane vviddy, and ane pyn, The heid poynt of thy eldeiis armis ar ”

“ Tliair is bot lyfe, and lang- nailis yow aniang: Fowll keggirbald, for hennis thus will ye hang, Thow lies ane perrellus face to play with lambis; 150 Ane thowfand kiddis, wer thay in faldis full ftrang, Tliy lymmerfull luke wald fie tharae and thair danimis.
In till ane glen thow lies, owt of repair, Ane laithly luge that wes the lippir mennis; With the ane fowtaris wyfe, off blifs als bair, 155 And lyk twa ftalkaris fteilis in cokis and hennis, Thowplukkis the pultre, and fcho pullis off the penuis; All Karrik cryis, God gif this dowfy be drownd ”

“ Qnhair thow wryttis Denfmen dryit on the rattis, 355 Denfmen of Denmark ar of the Kingis kin. The wit thow fowld haif had, wes caflin in Evin at thyne erfs, bakwart, with ane ftalf flung. Heirfoir, fals harlott, hurfone, hald thy tung: Deulbeir ! thow deivis the devill, thy erne, with din. 360
Qnhair as thow faid, I ft all biennis and lammis, I lat the wit, I haif landis, ftoir, and ftakkis. Thow wald be fane to gnaw, lad, with thy gammis, Undir my burde, fmoch banis behind doggis bakkis: Thow lies ane tome purfs, I haif fteidis and takkis, 365 Thow tynt culter, I haif culter and pleuch ”

“ Had thay bene fo provydit of fchott of gun 465 Be men of weir but perrell thay had paft; As thow wes lowfs, and reddy of thy bun, Thay micht naif tane na tollum at the lafl; For thow wald cuke ane cairtfull at the caft; Thair is no fchip that the will now reflaif; 470 Thow fylit falter nor fyftenefum mycht laif, And myrit thame with thy muk to the midmall.
Throw England, theif, and tak the to thy fute, And boun to haif with the ane fals botwand ”