ROBERT HENRYSON

For of my pane thow maid it play ;

And all in vane I spend : As thow hes done, sa sail I say,

" Murne on, I think to mend." '

6 Makyne, the howp of all my heill,

My hairt on thee is sett ; And evirmair to thee be leill

Quhill I may leif but lett ; Never to faill as utheris feill,

Quhat grace that evir I gett.' 1 Robin, with thee I will nocht deill ;

Adieu ! for thus we mett.'

Makyne went hame blyth anneuche

Attour the holttis hair; Robin murnit, and Makyne leuche;

Scho sang, he sichit sair : And so left him baith wo and wrench,

In dolour and in cair, Kepand his hird under a huche

Amangis the holttis hair.

��17. The Bludy Serk

��hinder yeir I hard be tald Thair was a worthy King ; Dukis, Erlis, and Barronis bald, He had at his bidding.

16. howp] hope. but lett] without hindrance. anneuche]

enough. holttis hair] grey woodlands. leuche] laughed.

wreuch] peevish. huche] heuch, cliff.

77. hinder yeir] last year.

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