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R215961 O When bludy Mars with his undantit rage / With Saturne maid yis cruel conspiratioun I mene be James Regent of Scotland. [with variation] Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 3: 6 Maddeis Lamentatioun Maddeis Lamentatioun Maddeis Lamentation Sempill, Robert Printer Robert Lekpreuik 1570-1570

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QUhen bludy Mars with his undantit rage With Saturne maid this cruel conspiratioun And curst Juno with birnand feirs curage Amangis Planettis had greitest dominatioun. I hard ane voice with drerie lamentatioun, Sayand o Lord help now with thy rycht hand, Gone is the Joy, and gyde of this Natioun, I mene be James Regent of Scotland. Quhen Lachesis hir threid had drawin to lenth Prolonging furth this Princes lyfe in gloir, Than Atropus extending furth hir strenth, This fatell threid, allace for to devoir, Now Justice (oh) quha sal thy sword decoir? This commoun weil quhat wicht sal now warrand Sen he is gone, that Governd us before That upricht Prince James Regent of Scotland His gude beginning quha that culd richt report Quhen this Regioun of reule was destitude, In plane Parliament our Nobillis did exhort, That Innocent to tak the fortitude. Of this fals Ile, of Justice than denude, And with thair aithis promysit with him to stand, Justice to keip in mynde he did conclude, Sa lang as he was Regent in Scotland. Sen Fergus dayis, his lyke was never none, In equall Justice, and deidis Martiall, Thir Realmes twa he knat up baith in one, Quhilk never Prince befoir culd do at all. The Sovage daillis he dantonit and maid thrall To serve thair King, he gart thame gif thair band, With fyre and sword for grace he gart thame call That prudent Prince James Regent of Scotland. His commoun weill, he lufit over all thing, In trew Religioun na Prince mycht be his peir Idolatrie but reuth he did doun thring, All Sorsarars he puneist far and neir, Na Homiceid, nor theif that durst appeir, Within his sycht for dreid of dynt of brand, Just men he maid his tallow and his feir, This humane Prince James Regent of Scotland. The Devill seand this godly Prince sa bent, Throw auld malice he gaif to rage throw feid, His Spreit Inferne he send Incontinent, Amangis tratours for to conspyre his deid. And cruelly but mercy or remeid, With schot of gunne thai murdreist him fra hand, Schort over twa yeiris quhen he had rung in deid This Innocent Prince James Regent of Scotland. Ye vertuous men lament his cairfull chance, Sen he is gone that suld yow fortifie, All ye that wald the trew Gospell avance: Bevaill, bevaill, for that sweit Josue. Your secund Moyses, that led yow throw the se, Had he Indurit your Canane land had stand, Dispair not yit. Christ will your Capitane be, Sen he is gone James Regent of Scotland. Ye pure commounis that lang hes bene opprest And ye Burrowis murne and Regrait his fall: Gif he had leifit, na man durst yow molest For quhy he was ane watcheman on your wall Now sen na Prince may leif uprycht at all, In this fals Realme on slane in Burgh and land Adew now Mirrour of Justice Principall, Maist godly Prince James Regent of Scotland.
This commoun weill he luffit sa tenderlie, Quhilk to mantene na thing maid him agast His lufe to it he schew maist faithfullie, And with his blude he s[e]illit it up at last. Had he mantenit all Tratours that trespast, His godly lyfe in Joyis yit had stand, That wald he not, and sa this Prince is past, That Innocent James Regent of Scotland. Now ye his followeris of his Interpryse, Think on the murther of that Innocent, Extend your strenthis, and all togidder ryse, Pas endlang Clyde, but reuth incontinent, Meg Lochis get, that did the mys Invent, That Apostat, that Feyndis awin Seriand, Seis not quhill he, and his curst kin Repent, The slauchter of our Regent of Scotland. That Infant Babe, that ye haif taine in cure, Saif him from skaith, and stif togidder byde, Remember quhat ye haif in hand be sure, Your fais will lauch quhen thay se yow devyde. Lat na vaine gloir, covet[ic]e nor pryde. Expell freindschip to wrak yow and this land, Keip the last wordis of our Just Joy and gyde, Quhen he deceissit James Regent of Scotland. Hudge is your fais within this fals Regioun, With Ithand trystis contractand up new bandis To bring yow to schame and confusioun, Gaird yow yow lufe, sen ye wait how it standis. Your Prince & strenth, keip weill in faithful handis For gif your fais tryumphis over yow to stand Schaip yow for deid, or dwell in uther landis, Sen he is gone James Regent of Scotland. Your cause is Just, g[if] ye wald all persew Bot quhair devisioun lu[r]kis, it is ane pyne: Christ hes it said, and doutles it is trew, That Kingdome sall cum to greit ruyne Quhen that devisioun hes his sait and tryne, Thairfoir be war, counsall is na command: For gif ye perische, your cause & freindis sall tyne For now thay want James of Scotland Greit is the danger ye stand in now but dout, And ye haif schame fra your purpois to fle, Spair not for geir, bot with bauld hartis be stout Mantene Gods cause, to commoun weill haif Ee And he that is of maist Magnificie, Your baner sall display with his awin hand, To the Confusioun of your Enemie Sen he is gone James Regent of Scotland. O thow that art Omnipotent conding, Thre persounis Ringand in ane Trinitie, Help this pure Realme, & preserve our young King Fra schame and deid, and feid of Enemie. Amangis our Nobillis plant peace and unitie, Fra mercyles strangers saif us with thy richt hand Our sinnis is greit, yit mercy restis with the, Adew for ay James Regent of Scotland.
FINIS. Imprentit at Edinburgh be Robert Lekpreuik. ANOO DO. 1570.