A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

33a
For gif we war well, he had bene away.'*
*' Quhat sail I do, allace \" the freyr can say.
^^ Into this case. Lord, how sail I me beir ?
For I am schent* and Symon fynd me heir.
I dreid me sair, and he cum in this innis.
And fynd me hen*, that I los both my quhynnis."
" Perchance," scho sayis, " all cumis for the best.
I mon you hyd till he be brocht till rest."
Ane kneddin-troche, that lay intill ane nuke,
Wald hald ane boll of flour quhen that scho buik
Rycht intill it scho gart him creip in hy.
And bad him lurk thair verry quyetly.
Syne to hir madin spedilie scho spak,
*' Ga to the fyre, and the meitis fra it tak.
Be bisy als, and slokin out the fyre.
Go cleir the burde ; and tak awa the chyre.
And lok up all into yon almory
Bayth meit, and drink, baith wyne and ale put by.
The cunnyngs, caponis, and wyld fowlis fyne
The mane breid als thow hyd it with the wyne.
That being done, thow soupe the hous clein.
That no liknes of feist-meits heir be sein."
Than syn withoutten ony m.air delay,
Scho castis off her haill fresche array.
And bounit hir richt till hir bed anone
And tholit him knok his fill, Symon.
Quhen he for knoking tyrit was, and cry It;
About he went onto the tother syd.
Till ane windo wes at her beddis heid.
And cryit, " Alesoun, awalk for Goddis deid I"
And ay on Alesoun fast couth he cry.
And at the last scho answert crabbitlie,
^' Say quha be this that knawis sa weill my nanne ?
Go hens," scho says, ^' for Symon is fra hame.
And I will herbry no gaistis heir, perfay.
Thaifoh" I pray yow to wend on your way ;
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* Disgraced.
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