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R215960 FOr lois thow Lythquo may miserably lament / Thy fait Infortunat, and duilfull destanie, Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 5 The admonitioun to the Lordis The admonitioun to the Lordis The Admonition to the Lords Sempill, Robert Printer Robert Lekpreuik 1570-1570

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FOr lois thow Lythquo may miserably lament Thy fait Infortunat, and duilfull destanie, That precious peirle James our Regent In the was slane, dissavit duilfullie. O cursit hour, o deid of fellonie, O waryit band, o wappin violent, That spairit not his greit Nobilitie Sa undeservit suddandly to be schent. In wickit hour he saift the from the Gallous Or schew his grace to sic ane graceles grume, Had thow bene hangit Tratour and thy fallowis This commoun weill had borne the Laurell blume Better Justice was not from hence to Rome, Mair quyet peace befoir never King heir held, Allace that sic ane Tratour suld consume His dayis befoir our King had bene of eild. Dowglas & Hume addres yow now anone, His tressonabill dolent deith for to Revenge: With Atholl, Erskyn, and Stewartis everie one Grame, and Lyndsay remember on this change. Schaw now he lufit the manly Laird of Grange Glenkarne, and Sempil, convene with ane accord Throw out this Realme lyke Ratches se ye range, And seik thair blude that hes his body borde. All uther Erlis, and Barrounis of renoun, Convene your selfis with hart and haill Intent, All partakeris to put to confusioun: With him that slew that Abell Innocent. And in your harts perfytlie do it prent, Gif one of yow siclyke had loist his breith How day and nycht he wald be deligent Your cause and quarrell Revenge unto the deith. Edinburgh Dundie, & uther Burrowtounis, Remember how the Regent lufit yow weill Heill nor conceill, reset nane of thay lownis, Nother art nor part, that did his body keill. Sen he was keipar of your commoun weill, Cleik on his quarrell, and schortly yow dispone Lat never that Ruffians within your rowmis reill Bot kyith now kyndenes quhen that his grace is gone. Young tender King now behind dois abyde Thy servand schot was only for thy saik, Had he not tane thy Governance and gyde Lang mycht he levit with Lady An his maik, Na tratour Hammiltoun had gevin that mortal straik War not in hope to mak thy Grace forlorne, Thay thocht his deith wald mak thy power waik And than obtene thay socht sa lang beforne. Bot God that hes thy Majestie in cure, Will fruster all thair fulische Interprysis Is war thay Bouchers thy Father did combute, Quha flemit ar for thair devillische devysis. Thair fact and act, all Scotland now disprysis, Thair awin misdeidis hes sa undone thair weill Thay dar never enter in Jugement nor assysis, Nor clame thair lands, that did thy Father keill. Quhat trow ye Tygers, that God omnipotent Will wynk unsene sic wickitnes and wrang, Ye may be sure his bow is reddy bent Yow to ruit out, luke ford and think not lang.
Hammiltoun and Hepburne ye will sing baith ane sang Shrewit is that service ye haif schawin to your King, Wald poysonit him self, his Father wyrreit strang, Now slane his Regent to mak your selfis to ring. Wo worth unlefull meinis manifest, That ye haif socht to bruik Authoritie, Yit un obtenit, quhill that our King may lest Quhome Christ conserve in his Minoritie. That tender plant our Superioritie Suld haif, quha is our kyndely King of nature, The King of Kingis of his Majoritie, Mak never ane King over Scotland of a Tratoure. Wo to the scheddars of his saikles blude, Wo cause of wo, sa mony did commend, Wo to thay Gylouris of godlynes denude, Wo to thay Pelouris, sic [I]nterprysis pretend. Wo thame Involve, now quhen his wo hes end, Wo and eik wrak, mot fa[ll] that bludy band Wo will thay cry, and rew that thay him kend, For wo quhen that thay l[o]is baith lyfe and land. Schamt is that sort, with schame thai wilbe schent Schamt schameles, schame hes schawin unto this natioun Schamt ar thai tratouris, [s]ic tressoun did invent Schame sorrowles will [b]e thair Castigatioun. For schame thay dar neve[r] clame now dominatioun, To purches place did sa h[is] deith prevent, Place haif thay loist, and [fu]nd thair desolatioun, That socht sic place, till G[o]d had bene content. And God thair pryde w[i]ll puneis presentlie, That dois pretend be mu[rt]her manifest To Royall roume, and he[i]ch Authoritie, Huiking na harme sa thay may be possest. In warldlie welth quhilk wisdome suld detest, Quhen it proceidis of fals[e]t and Invy: Vaine gloir, dissait, or ocht that may molest Gude governance throw teinfull Tratory. Wyse Nobill Lords my Schedull now considder And gif the wysest Lord the Governance, Sinder not now that ar assemblit togidder Quhill ane be chosin the commoun weill to avance. Sic as will puneis this last unhappy chance, And feiris God now sen the roume dois waik, Chosin lyke the tother, ye myster not to pans, For in all Scotland he hes not left his maik. Now is he weill, and ye in wo God wait, Your wickitnes and warkis hes the wyte, Your Inobedience hes purchessit Goddis hait: Your gredynes to eik you[r] Rentis greit. In vaine ye reid the Scripture as ane ryte, And of the pure hes na Compass[i]oun, Thir ar the causis, tha ye of him ar quyte That rewlit yow, and wald maid Reformatioun.
FINIS. Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik. ANNO. DO. LXX.