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S124272 ADew all glaidnes, sport and play, / Adew fair weill baith nycht and day Roxburghe Ballads Editor None None None None Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 49 The Complaint of Scotland. The Complaint of Scotland. The Complaint of Scotland. 1570-1570

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ADew all glasdnes, sport and play, Adew fair weill baith nycht and day All things that may mak mirrie cheir, But sich rycht foir in hart and say, Allace to Graif is gone my deir. My lothsum lyfe I may lament, With fixit face and mynde attent, In weiping wo to perseveir, And asking still for punischement, Of thame hes brocht to graif my deir. But lang allace I may complaine, Befoir I find my deir againe, To me was faithfull and Inteir, As Turtill trew on me tuke paine: Allace to graif is gone my deir. Sen nathing may my murning mend, On God maist hie I will depend My cairfull cause for to upreir: For he support to me will send Althocht to graif is gone my deir. My havie hap, and piteous plycht, Dois peirs my hart baith day and nycht, That lym nor lith I may not steir, Till sum revenge with force and mycht The Cruell murther of my deir. This cureles wound dois greif me soir, The lyke I never felt befoir Sen Fergus first of me tuke steir, For now allace decay is my gloir Throw cruell murther of my deir. O wickit wretche Infortunat, O Savage seid Insatiat, Mycht thow not frantik fule forbeir To sla with dart Intoxicat, And cruellie devoir my deir. Wa worth the wretche, wa worth thy clan Wa worth the wit that first began This deir debait for to upsteir, Contrare the Lawis of God and man To murther cruellie my deir. Throw the now Lawles libertie Throw the mischeif and crueltie Throw the fals men thair heid is up beir Throw the is baneist equitie Throw the to graif is gone my deir. Throw the ma Kings than ane dois ring Throw the all Tratours blyithlie sing Throw the is kendlit civill weir Throw the murther wald beir the swing, Throw the to graif is gone my deir. Throw the is rasit sturtsum stryfe, Throw the, the vitall breith of lyfe Is him bereft, did with the beir: Quhen Gallow pin, or cutting knyfe Suld stranglit the and saift my deir. Ungraitfull grome, sic recompence, Was not condigne to thyne offence, With glowing gunne that man to teir, From doggis deith was thy defence: To the sic mercie schew my deir.
O cursit Cain, O hound of Hell, O bludie bairne of Ishmaell, Gedaliah quhen thow did steir, To vicis allthow rang the bell, Throw cruell murther of my deir. Allace my deir did not foirsie, Quhen he gaif pardone unto the Maist wickit wretche, to men sinceir Quhat paine he brocht and miserie, With reuthfull ruine to my deir. Bot trew it is, the godly men Quhilk think na harme nor falset ken, Nor haitrent dois to uthers beir, Ar sonest brocht to deithis den: As may be sene be this my deir. Thairfoir to the I say no moir, But I traist to the King of gloir, That thow and thyne sall zit reteir Zour Camps, with murning mynd richt soir For cruell murther of my deir. O Nobill Lordis of Renoun, O Barronis bauld ze mak zow boun To fute the feild with fresche effeir, And dintis doure, the pryde ding doun Of thame that brocht to graif my deir. Revenge his deith with ane assent, With ane hart, will, mynde, and Intent, In faithfull freindschip perseveir: God will zow favour, and thame schent. Be work or word that slew my deir. Be crous ze Commouns in this cace, In aventure ze cry allace, Quhen murtherars the swing sall beir, And from zour native land zow chace: Unles that ze revenge my deir. Lat all that fische be trapt in net, Was counsall, art, part, or reset With thankfull mynd and hartie cheir Or zit with helping hand him met Quhen he to graif did bring my deir. Defend zour King and feir zour God, Pray to avoyde his feirfull rod, Lest in his angrie wraith austeir Ze puneist be baith evin and od, For not revenging of my deir. And do not feir the number small, Thocht ze be few, on God ze call With faithfull hart, and mynde sinceir, He will be ay zour brasin wall, Gif ze with speid revenge my deir. Remuse all sluggische sleuth away, Lat lurking Inny clene decay, Gar Commoun weill zour Baner beir, And peace and concorde it display: Quhen ze pas to revenge my deir. With sobbing sych, I to zow send This my complaynt with dew commend Desyring zow all without feir, Me pure Scotland for to defend Sen now to graif is gone my deir.
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