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Rh Where many Saryans ſhall quake with their hearts,

When the dead men ſhall riſe, and ſhow them a light,

As marvellous Merling hath ſaid of before;

Take heed to this tale, that now I thee tell,

And truſt it is as truly as if it were written:

When that falſehood hath foot, and freedom is loſt,

And covetous hath the Kyth at his own will;

When Laughty is laid low under foot,

And kindneſs his courteſies his friends to beguile,

And no truth ſhall be hewed unto Chriſtian lands,

But all bent to deceit, and none truſt other,

Nor the father the ſon in his bodily oaths,

Holy Kirk ſhall have no girth, but plainly overturned;

And letchery on loft, and none ſpare other;

And each blood with other knits together,

The law of our Saviour is quite forgotten.

This is a true talking that Thomas of tells,

That the hare ſhall hirple on the hard ſtone,

In hope of grace, but grace gets ſhe none:

Then Gladmoore and Govan ſhall gape thereafter:

Think not long on this loſs, for it is near hand;

When the lamb is looſe that the Holy Kirk keeps,

Then falſehood is ſet in ſages of Rome,

And works for the warrant that the cure wan:

Many ſages ſhall ſigh within ſhort time after,

When the mouth of Arran the top hath overturned.

Then ſhall Dumbarton mell of old done deeds,

And ſo ſhall Arran hap in a new man's hands;

In hope of Dunbar, when hails ſhall halt,

When the hunter ſhall come and his kind ratches,

Hunt Fotherick and Fyfe, and the field win.

When ſummer is winter, and the winter is weet,

With wardling wind and tempeſt great,

Then falſehood is ready his friend to beguile,

With hunger and hirſhip over all the broad lands;

Then ſhall the poor people be ſpilled full near,

The leed with the lucken hand is brought out of days,

Subtilly his life shall loſe, and many another,

And many doughty shall die for that deed:

And many leed in the North shall their life loſe,

For covetous and treaſon them loſes the land:

Many a wife and maiden shall wring both their hands,

Before this wicked wars be brought to an end.

The firſt root of this war shall riſe in the North,