Then shall thine angry Judge's face Then shall thy soul be filled with grace; Even so, my GOD! O, when? How long? I strive to rise; Sin keeps me down! See, how my fainting soul doth pant! THE BONNY EARL OF MURRAY. YE Highlands, and ye Lawlands! They have slain the Earl of MURRAY; Now wae be to thee, HUNTLEY! I bade you, bring him wi' you ; He was a braw gallant; And he rid at the ring! And the bonny Earl of MURRAY, He was a braw gallant; And he play'd at the ba'! He was a braw gallant; And he played at the gluve! Oh! lang will his Lady Look o'er the Castle Down, Ere she see the Earl of MURRAY Come sounding through the town! A MAN, of late, was put to death, Of stolen goods. Should you then 'scape, The Law, you see, would you condemn But, sure, to work you such despite, Yet Reason would, I should have 'mends! To have mine own restored again; You had my heart, when it was whole; The Old Law biddeth, tooth for tooth Give, then, your heart to me, for mine; THE WOODMAN'S WALK[S]. THROUGH a fair forest, as I went I marvelled much at his disguise 'Friend, muse not at this fond array; 'Long lived I in this forest fair 'My first day's walk was to the Court, Where Beauty fed mine eyes; Yet found I that the Courtly sport Did mask in sly disguise. 'For Falsehood sat in fairest looks; 'Desert went naked in the cold; When crouching Craft was fed. Sweet words were cheaply bought and sold; But none that stood in stead. 'Wit was imployed for each man's own; 'Unto the City next I went, The little stock I had in store, Methought, would ne'er be done! Friends flocked about me more and more; As quickly lost as won! For when I spent; they then were kind! But when my purse did fail; The foremost man came last behind! Thus love with wealth doth quail. |