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S124250 NOw Katherine de Medicis hes maid sic a Gyis / To tary in Paris the Papistes ar tykit Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 11 ane new ballet set out be ane Fugitiue / Scottisman that fled out of Paris at this lait Murther. A new ballad set out by a Fugitive Scottish-man that fled out of Paris at this late Murder. Sempill, Robert Printer Robert / Lekpriuik ?-?

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NOw Katherine de Medicis hes maid sic a Gyis To tary in Paris the Papistes ar tykit At Bastianes brydell howbeit scho denyis Give Mary slew Hary, it was not unlykit Yit a man is nane respectand this number I'dar not say wemen hes wyte of this cummer. Yone Mask the Quene mother hes maid thame in France Was maikles and saikles, and schamfully slane Bot Mary convoyit and come with ane dance Quhill Princes in Sences was fyrit with ane trane Baith tressonabill murtheris, the ane and the uther I go not in Masking mair with the Quene Mother. Italianes ar Tyranis, and tressonabill Tratoris: For gysours devysours, the Guysianis ar gude Bot Frenchemen are trew men, and not of thair natouris Than Charlie I farlie thow drank thy awin blude I wyte bot thy Mother wit, wemen ar vane In greis neir to Ganyelon nor grit Charlie Mane. Thy style was Treschristien maist Cristen King Baith hiest and friest, and neist the Impyre Bot now Provest Marschell in playing this spring And ressoun for tressoun provokis God to Ire Belevis thow this trumprie sall stablische thy style? Our God is not deid yit, be doand ane quhyle. Suppois that the Papistes devysit this at Trent To ding us and bring us with mony lowd lauchter With sic cruell Murther is Christ sa content To take the and make the ane Sanct for our slauchter Albeit he correct us, and scurge us in Ire Be war with the wand syne he wapis in the fyre. For better is pure men nor Princes perjurit Baith schameles and fameles, we find thame sa fals With sangis lyke the Seryne our lyfis thow allurit Ouirsylit us begylit us with baitis in our hals Or as the fals Fowler his fang for to get, Devoiris the pure volatill he wylis to the net. In Ilis nor in Orknay, in Ireland Oneill Thay dar not, thay gar not, thair liegis be stickit Solyman, Tamerlan, nor yit the mekle Deill Proud Pharao, nor Nero, was never sa wickit Nouther Turk nor Infidell usis sic thing As be their awin burreo, being ane King. Baith auld men and wemen, with babis on thair breist Not luking nor huking, to hurll thame in Sane All beand murdreist downe, quhat do ye neist Processioun, Confession, and up Mes agane Proud King Antiochus was sum tyme als haly And yit our God guschit out the guttis of his belly Thy Syster thou maryit, thy Saces was sour Sic cuikrie for luikrie was evill Interprisit Ye maid us the Reid Freiris, and rais in an hour Abhorring na gorring that micht be devisit Thou playit the fals Hypocreit fenzeing the fray But inwart ane rageing wolf waitand thy pray.
That France was considderat with Scotland I grant, Baith actit, contractit, and keipit indeid The kyndnes of Cutthrottis, we cure not to want Denyis thame, defyis thame, and all thair falseseid It was bot with honest men we maid the band And thou hes left leifand bot few in that land. Our faith is not warldly we feir not thy braulis Thocht hangmen ouir gangmen, for gaddaring our geir Ye kill bot the Carcase, ye get not our Saulis Not douting our shouting is hard in Goddis eir The same God from Pharo defendit his pepill And not yone round Robene that standis in your stepill. Now wyse Quene Elizabeth luik to yourself Dispite them, and wryte thame, ane bill of defyance The papistis and Spanyards, hes partit your pelf As newly and trewly was tald me thir tythance Beleve thay to land heir, and get us for nocht Will ye do as we do, it sal be deir bocht. Give pleis God we gre sa, and hald us togidder Baith surely and sturely, and stoutly gainstand thame They culd not weill conqueis us, culd ye considder For our men are dour men, and likis weill to land thame Quhen Cesar himself was chaist, have ye foryet And baith the Realmes be aggreit, tak that thay get. For better it is to fecht it, defendant our lyfis With speirmen and weirmen, and ventour oursellis Nor for to se frenchemen deflorand our wyfis Displace us, and chace us, as thay have done ellis I meane quhen the Inglismen helpit at Leith And gart thame gang hame agane spyte of thair teith. I cannot trow firmely that Frenchmen ar cummen Persayfand thame haifand, thameselfis into parrell The Lord save Elizabeth, thair ane gude woman That cauldly and bauldly, debait will our quarrell With men and with money, baith Armour and graith As scho hes befoir tyme defendit this Faith. Thocht France for thair falset be drownit in dangeris For causis and pausis thay plait into Pareis Yit we ar in war estait waitand on strangeris Not gyding devyding, our awin men from Mareis Go weid the calf from the corn, calk me thair dures And slay or ye be slane, gif sic thing occures. Bot how can ye traist thame, that trumpit yow ellis Decoir thame, do for thame, or foster thair seid And thay may anis se thair time, tent to yoursellis Baith haitfull, dissaitfull, ye deill with indeid Anis wod and ay the war, wit quhat ye do And mak thame fast in the ruit gif thay cum to. God blis yow my brether, and biddis yow gudnicht Obey God, go say God, with prayer and fasting Christ keip thie pure Ile of ouris in the auld rihct Defend us and send us, the life Everlasting The Lord send us quyetnes, and keip our young king The Quene of Inglands Majestie, & lang mot yai Ring.
FINIS. Quod Simpell. Imprentit at Sanctandrois be Robert Lekpriuik. Anno. Do. 1572.