Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
THIS hinder yeir I hard be tald | |
Thair was a worthy King; | |
Dukis, Erlis, and Barronis bald, | |
He had at his bidding. | |
The Lord was ancean and ald, | 5 |
And sexty yeiris cowth ring; | |
He had a dochter fair to fald, | |
A lusty Lady ying. | |
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Off all fairheid scho bur the flour, | |
And eik hir faderis air; | 10 |
Off lusty laitis and he honour, | |
Meik bot and debonair: | |
Scho wynnit in a bigly bour, | |
On fold wes nane so fair, | |
Princis luvit hir paramour | 15 |
In cuntreis our allquhair. | |
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Thair dwelt a lyt besyde the King | |
A foull Gyand of ane; | |
Stollin he has the Lady ying, | |
Away with hir is gane, | 20 |
And kest her in his dungering | |
Quhair licht scho micht se nane; | |
Hungir and cauld and grit thristing | |
Scho fand into hir waine. | |
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He wes the laithliest on to luk | 25 |
That on the grund mycht gang: | |
His nailis wes lyk ane hellis cruk, | |
Thairwith fyve quarteris lang; | |
Thair wes nane that he ourtuk, | |
In rycht or yit in wrang, | 30 |
Bot all in schondir he thame schuk, | |
The Gyand wes so strang. | |
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He held the Lady day and nycht | |
Within his deip dungeoun, | |
He wald nocht gif of hir a sicht | 35 |
For gold nor yit ransoun— | |
Bot gif the King mycht get a knycht, | |
To fecht with his persoun, | |
To fecht with him beth day and nycht, | |
Quhill ane wer dungin doun. | 40 |
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The King gart seik baith fer and neir, | |
Beth be se and land, | |
Off ony knycht gif he mycht heir | |
Wald fecht with that Gyand: | |
A worthy Prince, that had no peir, | 45 |
Hes tane the deid on hand | |
For the luve of the Lady cleir, | |
And held full trew cunnand. | |
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That Prince come prowdly to the toun | |
Of that Gyand to heir, | 50 |
And fawcht with him, his awin persoun, | |
And tuke him presoneir, | |
And kest him in his awin dungeoun | |
Allane withouten feir, | |
With hungir, cauld, and confusioun, | 55 |
As full weill worthy weir. | |
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Syne brak the bour, had hame the bricht | |
Unto her fadir fre. | |
Sa evill wondit wes the Knycht | |
That he behuvit to de; | 60 |
Unlusum was his likame dicht, | |
His sark was all bludy; | |
In all the world was thair a wicht | |
So peteouss for to se? | |
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The Lady murnyt and maid grit mane, | 65 |
With all her mekill mycht— | |
‘I luvit nevir lufe bot ane, | |
That dulfully now is dicht; | |
God sen my lyfe were fra me tane | |
Or I had seen yone sicht, | 70 |
Or ellis in begging evir to gane | |
Furth with yone curtass knycht.’ | |
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He said ‘Fair lady, now mone I | |
De, trestly ye me trow; | |
Take ye my serk that is bludy, | 75 |
And hing it forrow yow; | |
First think on it, and syne on me, | |
Quhen men cumis yow to wow.’ | |
The Lady said ‘Be Mary fre, | |
Thairto I mak a vow.’ | 80 |
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Quhen that scho lukit to the sark | |
Scho thocht on the persoun, | |
And prayit for him with all hir hart | |
That lowsit hir of bandoun, | |
Quhair scho was wont to sit full merk | 85 |
Into that deip dungeoun; | |
And evir quhill scho wes in quert, | |
That was hir a lessoun. | |
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Sa weill the Lady luvit the Knycht | |
That no man wald scho tak: | 90 |
Sa suld we do our God of micht | |
That did all for us mak; | |
Quhilk fullily to deid was dicht, | |
For sinfull manis sak, | |
Sa suld we do beth day and nycht, | 95 |
With prayaris to him mak. | |
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This King is lyk the Trinitie, | |
Baith in hevin and heir; | |
The manis saule to the Lady, | |
The Gyand to Lucefeir, | 100 |
The Knycht to Chryst, that deit on tre | |
And coft our synnis deir; | |
The pit to Hele with panis fell, | |
The Syn to the woweir. | |
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The Lady was wowd, but scho said nay | 105 |
With men that wald hir wed; | |
Sa suld we wryth all sin away | |
That in our breist is bred. | |
I pray to Jesu Chryst verray, | |
For ws his blud that bled, | 110 |
To be our help on domisday | |
Quhair lawis ar straitly led. | |
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The saule is Godis dochtir deir, | |
And eik his handewerk, | |
That was betrayit with Lucefeir, | 115 |
Quha sittis in hell full merk: | |
Borrowit with Chrystis angell cleir, | |
Hend men, will ye nocht herk? | |
And for his lufe that bocht us deir | |
Think on the BLUDY SERK! | 120 |