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Rh When the raven and the rook is rounded together,

And the kid in his clift ſhall accord to the ſame,

They ſhall they be bold, and soon to hail after;

Then ſhall the buck in belling time make a great bear:

It is but wind that waſte, for he is but away:

Then ſhall waken up a war and much woe after:

Then the birds of the raven, rugs and reaves.

And the loſt men of Lothian be luppen on their horſe;

Then ſhall the poor people be ſpoiled full near,

And the Mers ſhall mourn-many days after.

And all the abbies truly that ſtands on Tweed,

And all Lothian ſhall live on their lives after,

They shall burn and ſlay, and great reif make,

There dare no poor man ſay whose man he is.

Then ſhall the land be lawless, for love there is none,

And falſehood ſhall have foot, fully five years,

And truth truly ſhall be tint, and none ſhall truſt other;

The couſin once ſhall not truſt the other,

Nor the ſon the father, nor the father the ſon,

For to have his goods he would have him hanged.

Then ſhall they a counſel call for peace of the Kyth,

To make love among Lords but that ſhall not laſt;

For thoſe barons and batchelors that will not obey,

That will not keep to their cry, nor come to their call.

Then ſhall men be marked for their miſdeeds,

That ſhall turn them to tein within awhile after.

When 14 are paſt, and twice three threep is at end,

And over a water he ſhall, fair and ſee for himſelf,

And in a fair foreſt ſhall an ern big.

Many men ſhall loſe their life in the mean time;

For they ſhall pitch a field and fiercely fight;

Upon a broad muir a battle ſhall be.

Beſide a ſtock croſſe that ſtands in the north,

It is covered with dead corpſe and all of a Kythe,

That the crow may not know where the croſſe stood.

The wolf ſhall be watchman and keep many ways.

And ſhall be leil to the lion his own kind Lord,

Holy church is cumbered with the beſt of the Kyth;

With languages that live not by Chriſt, but ſhall not last.

From Balcomy to the Baſſe on the broad ſea,

And from Ireland to the forth ſhall be a fair fight;

Of barges and billingers, and many broad ſail;

With 3 libberties, and the flower de luce fair upon height.

Then ſhall a hunter in haſte come forth of the ſouth,