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QUhat menis thir mischant murtherars? In muifing mair mischeif, Thir Ruggars, Reifars, Romeraikars, Waitting of na releif. The mark that God gaif in his greif To Cains cursit kin, Sall brod thir Burriois in the beif For thair maist schamefull Sin. Bot breifly for to breif in bill, Thay seme to be overluikit: Seing our Lordis sa lang ly still, Men meinis thay will miscuikit. Zour silver beis na langer huikit Gar pay zour men of weir, Zone bludy Boucheours or thay bruikit, Fordwart zour selsis but feir. Thay Renigats, thay Rubiatouris Hes stollin our Regentis lyfe, Thay treuthles Tygars, thay trinfauld Tra-tours Hes steirit up this stryfe. Of thame sall nouther man, bairne, nor wyfe Eschew mischevous chance: Thay Ruffyis be thay never sa ryfe, Thay get na helpe of France. That dolorous deid had bene to done Had concord knit togidder, The Lordis and Counsall of this Rome, Of lait that war growin lidder, That gart our Enemeis confidder, His deith for to conspyre: Clyde banks thairfoir thay sall find slidder, Quhen kindlit is Gods Ire. Fra he was gane, thay thocht that nane Thair fences micht ganestand, For why say thay thair is not ane Dar tak the deid on hand. That ar not knit all in a band, We may the Crowne attane, Zour Counsall we sall contramand, And Crowne zow Kingis of baine. Frome lyfe to deith, gif siclyke change, Had happinit ony of zow, And he zit leving to Revenge It had not bene till now. Revenge ze not his deid I trow, Gods vengeance is decreittit: For giltles blude ze knaw not how Denuncit to retreittit. Argyle and Boyde sall to zow cum To gar feche hame the Quene: My Lords I pray zow all and sum To mark weill quhat I mene. It suld zow mufe all to be tene Quhen ze the message heir, Sen hautie wordis bot spokin bene To gar zow tak sum feir. Ze haif deposit hir as indeid, Not worthie for to ring, God was zour ground, weill did ze speid, And haif set up the King.
Gif ze depois him of his Ring, Ze grant the former wrang: And syne the Quene agane inbring, Na dout scho will zow hang. Bewar thairfoir or ze conclude, That scho in Scotland cum: For be my trouth gif that ze dude, It semis zour glas is rune. Better it war that ze war dum, Nor speik zour awin mischeif, And lippin for na gude to cum Gif ze wirk hir releif. Argyle and Boyde befoir war with zow, And promysit to byde, And now thay tak on hand to gre zow With all the tother syde. Bot I pray God zour hartis to gyde, For quhen thay find zow rype: Thay sall not meiknes mix with pryde, And playis on Dysartis pype. Fordwart thairfoir with fyre and swords, For to revenge this cryme, And lippin lytill in leing words: For thocht I speik in ryme. Treuth it was only to dryve tyme, That thay war hidder sent: And had thay force or it war pryme Ze wald se thair Intent. Zour counsalls or thay be concludit, The Borderis will be brokin, Than will thay, gif ze understuidit, On pure trew men be wrokin. With speiris (in sport) thocht it be spokin, This murther sone Revenge: Thir haistie heitis sa sall ze slokin, Thocht it seme never sa strange. Not on that reuthles rageing Rebell, And his unhappy band, With creuell causers craifing hell, Gods bludy curs dois stand Bot on the countrie of Scotland, Till that misdeid be mendit: Thair is na mendis bot sweir in land, With speid till thay be spendit. This Rakles Robert did report, In raggit Ruffyis ryme Sen Sempill solace to this sort Availlis maist in this tyme. With hardy hart, Revenge this cryme, I say na mair Amen, Ga speik of Eger and Schir Gryme, And lat the Lordis alaine.
FINIS. Imprentit. Anno Do. 1570.