ROBERT HENRYSON
I pray to Jesu every day,
Mot eik thair cairis cauld That first preissis with thee to play
Be firth, forrest, or fawld.'
'Makync, the nicht is soft and dry,
The weddir is warme and fair, And the grene woid rycht neir us by
To walk attour all quhair* Thair ma na janglour us espy,
That is to lufe contrair, Thairin, Makync, baith ye and I,
Unsene we ma repair.*
'Robin, that warld is all away,
And quyt brocht till ane end: And nevir aganc thereto, perfay,
Sail it be as thow wend; For of my pane thow maid it play,
And all in vane I spend. As thow hes done, sa sail I say,
"Murne on, I think to mend." '
'Makyne, the howp of all my heill,
My hairt on thce is sett; And evirmair to thee be leill
Quhill I may leif but lett; Never to faill as uthcris feill,
Quhat grace that evir I gett.' 'Robin, with thee I will nocht deill;
Adew! for thus we mctt.'
mot eik] may add to. be] by. janglour] talebearer, wend] weened. howp] hope. but lett] without hindrance.
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