The Poets and Poetry of Scotland from the Earliest
18 EGBERT HENRYSON. wox as meek as any mulis, The town sowtar in grief was bowilin, They That were with mailis: His wife hang in his waist: mangit For faintness thir forfochin fulis His body was with blood all browdin, Fell down, like flauchtir failis; He granit like any gaist; in and haild the dulis was full Fresh men came His glittering hair, that gowden, And them down in dailis, So hard in love him laist; dang Bedene, That for her sake he was not zowdin, Christ's Kirk on the that day. Seven mile while he was chaist, At green, And more, When all was done, Dick, with an aix, At Christ's Kirk on the green, that day. Came forth, to fell a futher; Where are smaiks, The miller was of manly mak, Quod he, yon hangit wald slain bruther ? To meet him was no mowis; Right now my bad him Their durst not ten come him to tak, His wife go home, good glaiks, so did his So nowit he their nowis; And Meg mother; and them both their The buschment haill about him brak, He turn'd, gave paiks; he durst none And bikkerit him with bowis, For ding other, For feir, Syne traifcourly behind his back, At Christ's Kirk on the that day. They hewed him on the howis, green, Behind, At Christ's Kirk on the green, that day. Two that were heidsmen of the herd, DIVINE TRUST. 1 Ran upon uderis like rammis; Sen throw vertew incressis Than followit feymen, right unaffeir'd, dignitie, vertew is flour and rute of nobles Bet on with barrow trammis; And ay, Of wit or estait thou be But where their gobbis were ungeird, ony quhat His steppis follow, and dreid for none effray; They got upon the gammis; Eject vice, and follow truth alway; While bloody barkit was their beird; Lufe maist thy God that first thy lufe began, As they had werreit lammis And for ilk inche He will thS quyte ane span.
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