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S3230 QUhat thift, quhat reif, quhat murther, & oppression? / Quhat saikles slauchter, quhat mortall meserie? Blaming thy tressoun the caus of all our greif. [with variation] Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 18: 4 The lamentatio of the comounis of Scotland The lamentation of the commons of Scotland Sempill, Robert Printer Robert Lekpreuik 1572-1572

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QUhat thift, quhat reif, quhat murther, & oppressioun? Quhat saikles slauchter, quhat mortall meserie? Quhat povertie, quhat derth and Tribulatioun? Dois Ring be Grange all leidis on lyfe may se The schame is thyne, thocht we the sorrow drie Curst Nemrod richt of Babilone the cheif, We Commounis all lowd vengeance cryis on the Blaming thy tressoun the caus of all our greif. We sillie pure anis quhair we wer wont to gang With Coillis and Cokillis, with Fische & sicklyke wair, Upon our bakis als mekill as we micht fang With mirrie sang all tripping into pairis. To wyn our leving in mercat at sic Fairis Now we allace but reuth ar reft with theif, Have we ane lyart na baid bot all is thairis Blaming thy tressoun the caus of all our reif. Na uther lyfe we pure men bade of better Nor with our Naiggis to gane to Edinburgh sone, With Peittis, with Curvis, and mony turse of Hedder, Ay gat gude saill syne lap quhen we had done. For mirrynes, and with the licht of Mone We wald ga hame but outher fray or chace, Quhair now in sorrow fra dure to dure we clune, Blaming thy tressoun of all our cair allace. We Coilzearis, Cadgearis, and Carteris in ane rout Be bludie Wolfis that Grange hes maid to steir, Our hors is rest, ourselfis ar doung but dout Quhair we did travell we dar not now appeir. Out of our Ludge we tak of thame sic feir Thocht it wald us ten thousand Crownis avance With morning Prayer we curse thame maid this weir Blaming thy tressoun the caus of our mischance. Allace we Chapmen may with Creilmen murne Thay sillie men that brocht thair butter and egges To Edinburgh Croce and did na uther turne, And we agane wald by ane Fraer of Fegges Baith prenis and nedillis and sell to landwart Megges Than micht we travell quhair we dar not this day Bot lyis at hame, but meit, na drink bot dregges Blaming thy tressoun the caus of all our fray. Quhat wicht on lyfe will not us pure pietie? That wont to bring the woll, the skin, and hyde To Edinburgh Towne in peice and Cheritie, Fra Selkirk, Hawik, and the partis of Clyde. Quhair now allace in hoill and boir we byde As wratches werie the Corenoche we carpe Dar not keik out for Rebellis that dois ryde Blaming thy tressoun of this our sorrow scharpe. We Tinklaris, Tailzeouris, we craftismen out of num-ber That be our craft had ay ane honest lyfe, We wait of nocht bot mekill cair and cummer Our Joy is turnit in wo and mortall stryfe. All our gay garmentis of sindrie fassounis ryfe We thame wedset our bodyis to sustene Na work ado bot beg baith barne and wyfe Blaming thy tressoun that causis us complene. We Merchandis all that with our Merchand pakkis Did travell ay, fra Towne to Towne, to Fairis Thow hes us baneist, thow hes us fleit fra crakkis, We sit at hame na saill is to our wairis. Thocht we wald travell thy reiffaris sa us clairis With reif but reuth, but pietie with extortioun But mirth in meserie thay horribill houndis us tairis Blaming thy tressoun the caus of our oppressioun.
We commounis all with cair we may lament That had sic peice, sic rest and unitie And now allace ar rugit, revin and rent Our steidis ar stowne, our cattell rest trewlie With weiping wallaway nane may we wyte bot the Thow Feind Infernall thow garris us walk our so Quhair we afoir did sleip richt quyetlie Blaming thy tressoun the caus of all our wo. Bot sen with sith ze Cammounis do complene With sob full fair richt trewly sall I tell I James Dalzell Indwellar in the Dene, Be Grange smaikis I wait send be him sell Hes schot my wyfe throw birsket lyre and fell Scho greit with barne syve gaif the gaist with plane Than cryit my bairnis with mony zout and zell Blaming thy tressoun that had thair Mother slane Thay reuthles Ruffeis but reuth with crueltie Did slay my husband but caus into my sicht, Downie Ros be Name ane Cuitlar of craft trewlie With Gunnis him gord but mercy on the nicht I and my bairnis sall craif Goddis plaigues ful riche To fall the Grange thow cruell Cokadraill With fourtie ma nor did on Phato licht Blaming thy tressoun that causis us bewaill Sen not but caus we wyte the of this wa With panefull pech, with mony grank and grane, The curse, the wareis, but blys fra top to ta Lat never thy freind se oucht of the bot schame. With cursit deith that mony man the blame Lucifer was heich, bot Lord thow threw him downe Sa will he the, thow graceles Grange be Name Blaming thy tressoun with sorrow but Renowne. O tenefull Tyrane, O Gyant mekill but micht, Of vitious deidis thow art the only Fontane Quhairfra all vice but vertew springis full richt As dois the watter out of the Rok or Montane We pure sall cry with erie hartis fast dontane To the O God, to scurge this wickit wicht, In Just exempill to all the warld maist certane Blaming thy tressoun the caus of all our plicht. Had thow bene trew but tressoun to our Roy And to his Regent, gaif the that hauld to keip, As thow did sweir, we had not had this noy We micht had peice, quhair now in weir we weip. In wo, but weill, but plesure in pane sa deip Be the O Tratour, that Rebellis did ressaif Into that hauld with the thairin to creip Ha tressoun untrew will gar ane widdie waif. Now lat us all with hart and mynde us dres Baith evin and morne, richt law downe on our kne, With hyddeous schout all we baith mair and les For vengeance Just, with tene to fall on the. O thow O Lord, and God in persoun thre Consume this wratche with Brintstane fyre and thunder That persecuitis thy Sanctis with crueltie Ha tressoun untrew ane tow will schaik in schunder. Preserve with micht fra slicht of lais defend Our King gude Lord, and als his Regent eik: Lat never thair micht, but richt, with hand ay bend Have strenth or power thame for to hurt or wreik. We thy pure liegis sall pray and als beseik To send the grace, lang space in weilfair wend That we may se the puneis vice but meik And tressoun all sessoun, with this we mak ane end
FINIS. Imprentit at Sanctandrois be Robert Lekpreuik ANNO. DO. M.D.LXXII.