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S124074 THis warld it waggis I wat not how, / And na man may ane uther trow: Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 4 The Cruikit liedis the blinde The Cruikit liedis the blinde The Crooked leads the blind Sempill, Robert Printer Robert Lekpreuik 1570-1570

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THis warld it waggis I wat not how, And na man may ane uther trow: And everie man dois pluke and pow, And that the pure may finde, Our Court it is decayit now The cruikit leidis the blinde. Althocht the warldlie wise be cruikit, This commoun weill he hes miscuikit, Our Lords ar blinde and dois overluikit He gydis thame as he list Tak thay not tent he will not huikit To gyde thame in the mist. He halds our Lords at variance, He garris the tane put esperance They will get daylie help of France, This he garris thame confide Sayis Ingland will bring mony Lance Unto the uther side. Our Lords ar now delt in twa sydis, And everie faction in him confydis: Ye will heir tell how he thame gydis, And ye leif yeiris few Sen he hes maid sa mony slydis Trow ye he can be trew. Fra he in Court in credite grew, He did ay change the Court anew: The Quene his doingis sair did rew, And richt sa did hir Mother, The counsall kennis gif he was trew, To hun that was hir Brother. In Edinburgh quhen they convene, Our Lords to him they gang bedene: As he war outher King or Quene, He hes thame at his bidding His craftie counsall will be sene, Quhen Doggs barkis on the midding. Albeit he haif the Fever quartane, He suld be made knycht of the Gartane He rewlis Edinburgh and Dunbartane, As Maddie dois me tell: Gif he war Pape I am richt certane He wald reule hevin and hell. Gif he gar Atholl do sic schame, As to consent to bring hir hame: And gif the gyding to Madame, They will put downe the King The Crowne will alter fra that Name, Than Murderars may sing.
He hes gart Hume begin to tyre, Althocht that he gat his desyre: Bot he will leid him in the myre Thocht he hecht to defend him, And Ingland set his lands in fyre I wat not quha will mend him. Als he gat Setoun out of hands, From forfalting he savit his lands: Thocht he be lyand under bands He will not knaw the King: Sen ye ken how the mater stands, Suld he haif leif to fling? Our richt Regent quha was our targe Laid sindrie things unto his charge, The quhilk in deid war verray large As is kend with anew, Ye haif gevin him ane plane discharge And sayis it was not trew. I wat ye saw never ane styme, And wantit baith ressoun and ryme, Quhen ye forgaif him all his cryme: And maid his oddis evin, Thocht he be fristit at this tyme He will not be forgevin. I pray yow Lordis on ather syde, That ye his sawis do not confyde, For I will sweir yow be Sanct Bryde He suffeis not thre strais, Quha suld be rewlar nor our gyde May he bruke that he hais. All thir maters he dois bot mock, He hes devysit mony sic block: He can begyle ane Landwart Jock, Except he ken him weill: Thay say he can baith quhissill and cloik, And his mouth full of meill. My Lordis quhat is this that ye mene I thinke the holkis overgangis your ene, I wald sum man wald scheir yow clene That ye micht se thir faultis, And be not blinde as ye haif b[e]ne Nor led with thame that haultis.
FINIS. Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik. Anno. Do. 1570.