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S95161 FOr lois thow Lythquo may miserably lament, / Thy fait Infortunat, and duilfull destanie, 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: 6 The admonitioun to the Lordis. The admonition to the Lords. Sempill, Robert 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, dissauit duilfullie. O cursit hour, O deid of fellonie, O waryit hand, O wappin violent, That sparit not his greit Nobilitie Sa undeservit suddanly 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 commounweill 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 and Hume, addres zow 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 luifit the manly Laird of Grange Glenkarne, and Sempill, convene with ane accorde Throwout this Realme lyke Ratches se ze range, And seik thair blude that hes his body borde. All uther Erlis, and Barrounis of renoun, Convene zourselfis with hart and haill Intent, All partakeris to put to confusioun: With him that slew that Abell Innocent. And in our harts perfytlie do it prent, Gif ane of zow siclyke had loist his breith How day and nycht he wald be deligent Zour cause and quarrell Revenge unto the deith. Edinburgh Dundie, and uther Burrowtounis, Remember how the Regent lufit zow weill Heill nor conceill, reset nane of thay lownis, Nother art nor part, that did his body keill. Sen he was keipar of zour commounweill, Cleik on his quarrell, and schortly zow dispone Lat never thay Ruffians within zour rowmes reill Bot kyith now kyndenes quhen that his grace is gone. Zour 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 fullische Interprysis, As war thay Bouchers thy Father did combure, 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 Judgement nor assysis, Nor clame thair lands, that did thy Father keill. Quhat trow ze Tygers, that God omnipotent Will wynk unsene sic wickitnes and wrang: Ze may be sure his bow is reddy bent Zow to ruit out, luke ford and think not lang.
Hammiltoun and Hepburne ze wil sing baith ane sang Shrewit is that service ze haif schawin to zour king Wald poysonit himself, his Father wyrreit strang, Now slane his Regent to mak zourselfis to ring. Wo worth unlefull meinis manifest, That ze haif socht to bruik Authoritie, Zit 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 Tratour. 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 Interprysis pretend. Wo thame Involve, now quhen his wo hes end, Wo and eik wrak, mot fall that bludy band Wo will thay cry, and rew that thay him kend, For wo quhen that thay lois baith lyfe and land. Schamt is that sort, with schame thai wil be schent Schamt schameles, schame hes schawin unto yis na-tioun Schamt ar yai tratouris, sic tressoun did invent Schame sorrowles will be thair Castigatioun. For schame thay dar never clame now dominatioun To purches place did sa his deith prevent, Place haif thay loist, and fund thair desolatioun, That socht sic place, till God had bene content. And God thair pryde will puneis presentlie, That dois pretend be murther manifest To Royall roume, and heich Authoritie, Huiking na harme sa thay may be possest. In warldly welth quhilk wisdome suld detest, Quhen it proceidis of falset and Invy: Vainegloir, dissait, or ocht that may molest Gude governance throw teinfull Tratorie. 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 commonnweill to avance. Sic as will puneis this last unhappy chance, And feiris God now sen the roume dois vaik, Chosin lyke the tother, ze myster not to pans, For in all Scotland he hes not left his maik. Now is he weill, and ze in wo God wait, Zour wickitnes and warkis hes the wyte, Zour Inobedience hes purchessit Goddis hait. Zour gredynes to eik zour Rentis greit. In vaine ze reid the Scripture as ane ryte, And of the pure hes na Compassioun, Thir ar the cause, that ze of him ar quyte That rewlit zow, and wald maid Reformatioun.
FINIS. Imprentit. Anno. Do. .1570.