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6 A fell ſhower of the ſouth ſhall ſad him for ever,

And that leid ſhall his life loſe in another land.

Then ſhall a freik be foſtered far in the ſouth,

And to the Kyth ſhall he go that he came from,

With much wealth and worſhip ſhall he go home,

And inhabit Albany unto the end.

Both the iſles and Arran at his own will,

Many men ſhall laugh when he home comes,

But much elcouth ſhall be ſeen within ſhort time,

At his own kind blood there ſhall begin,

Chooſe of the chiefeſt, and chop off their heads.

Some harled in ſleds and hanged on high,

Some put in priſon and much pain abide.

The crab ſhall be out of his clift along time,

With unkind blood, and yet ſhall recover;

And other beirns in whole baniſh for ever.

Covetice ſhall be his name, the King of that Kyth,

For both his heart and his head, ſhall be of flint forged,

No Lord ſhall live in that land but himſelf alone:

But they are bereaved of bliſs to keep them in baile,

Yet ſhall a man of more vail mar him for ever;

For ſuddenly he ſhall go down and die in a fen.

There ſhall no king come in that Kyth for along time,

But a figure of a flower, the faireſt of the ſixth,

The white flower and the red ſo ſhall be call'd.

In the mouth of Arran a elcouth ſhall fall,

Two bloody hearts ſhall be taken with a falſet rain,

And derſly ding down without any doom;

Ireland, Orkney, and other lands many;

For the death of theſe two, great dool ſhall make.

Then much ſorrow is ſeen within ſeven years,

Both the crab and the cock ſhall eſcape,

For more harm at that time ſhall they not have,

When the ravan roups many ſhall rue!

From Cornwell to Caithneſs they ſhall his cry hearǃ

When the gled in his clift is clim to the height,

He counts not the lion that he is kind Lord:

When the griap would govern all and gapes thereafter

With great gifts of gold the flower would he get,

Come he once in his clooks, he covers him never!

Then would a poor captive be keeper of the Kyth,

Yet ſhall it fail the freit that the fool thinks,

When the cock crows, keep well his comb:

For the fox and the fulmaſt they are falſe both,