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Sovereign Lords we shall obey ȝour commands: Brother upon their limmers lay on thy hands. Rise up soon loun thou luiks evin like ane lurden: Ȝour mouth war meit to drink and wesche jurden. Their is nought in all this town, Bot I walled nought this taill war tald Bot I walled hang him for his Gone, Quhidder that it war Laird or laid. I trow this pellour be spur-gaid, Put in thy hand into this cord, Howbeit I see thy skap skyre skaid: Thou art ane stewat I stand foird. Cum on sir freir and be nought fleyit, The King our master mon be obeyit, Bot ȝe shall have nam harm: Give ȝe walled travel From town to town, I think this hude and heavy Gone Will hold ȝour wambe ouir warm Their freirs to chaip punition, Haulds them at their exemption, And nam man will obey: They ar exempt I ȝow assure, Baith From Paip, king and Empreour, And that makes all the play. Fie huirsun carl I feil ane stink Sir pleis ȝe that we twa invaid them, And ȝe shall see us soon degraid them, Of coill and chaplarie? Cum on my Lady Priores, We shall leir ȝow to dance: And that within ane little space, Ane new pavin of France. Now brother be the Mass, Be my judgement I think This holy Priores Is turnit in ane cowclink. Cum heir sir Thief, cum heir, cum heir When war ȝe wont to be sa sweir? To hunt Cattle ȝe war ay speidie Therefore ȝe shall weave in ane widdy. Thou art ane limmer I stand foird Slip in thy head into this coird: For thou had never ane meiter tippit, Speid hand man with thy clitter clatter. Cum heir Falset & mence the gallows, Ȝe man hing up among ȝour fallows, For ȝour cankart condition: Money ane true man have ȝe wragnit, Therefore but doubt ȝe salbe hangit, But mercy or remission.