A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

In hablte blak, it was his kj^nd to weir.
Into sic wys that be sail no man deir.
Sua that ye do as I sail you devyss,
To hald you clois^ and rewle you on this W3''S.
Quhat sua it be tliat outher ye se or heir.
Ye speik nothing nor yit ye mak no steir ;
Bot hald ye clois, quhil I have done my cuir.
And, Symon, ye man be upon the flure
Neir besyd me, with staff into your hand
Have 3^e no dreid, I sail you ay warrand."
Than Symon said, '' I consent that it be sua."
Than up he stert, and tuik ane libberla
Intill his hand, and on the flure he stert,
Sumthing effrayt, thoch stalwart was his hert.
Than Symon said onto Freyr Robert sone,
" Now tell me, maister, quhat ye will have done.'*
^^ Nathing," he said, '^ bot hald ye clois, and still
And quhat I do ye tak gude tent thairtill.
And neir the dure ye hyd ye prevelie ;
And quhen I bid you stryk, stryk hardelie
Into the nek se that ye hit him richt."
*' I warrand that," quoth he, " with all my micht."
Thus on the flure I leif him standand still,
Bydand his tyme ; and turne agane I will
Till Freyr Robert, that tuik his bulk m hy.
And turnit our the levis bissely,
Ane full lang space ; and quhen he had done swa,
Towart the troch, withoutten wordis ma
He gaiss belyfe, and on this wyiss said he,
** Ha ! how ! Hurlbass, now I conjure the
That up thow ryse, and syne to me appeir.
In habite blak, in lyknes of ane freyr.
Out fra this trouche, quhair that thow dois ly,
Thow rax thee sone, and mak us no tary :
Thow turne out of the trouche, that we may see;
And syn till us thow schaw th6 openlie.
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