Musing allone this hinder nicht

Musing allone this hinder nicht,
Of mirry day quhen gone was licht,
Within ane garth vndir a tre,
I hard ane voce, that said on hicht,
May na man now vndemit be.

For thocht I be ane crownit king,
Ȝit sall I not eschew deming ;
Sum callis me guid, sum sayis I lie,
Sum cravis of God to end my ring,
So sall I not vndemit be.

Be I ane lord, and not lord lyk,
Than every pelour and purspyk
Sayis, Land war bettir warit on me ;
Thocht he dow not to leid a tyk,
Ȝit can he not lat deming be.

Be I ane lady fresche and fair,
With gentill men makand repair,
Than will thay say, baith scho and hie,
That I am jaipit lait and air ;
Thus sall I not vndemit be.

Be I ane courtman or ane knycht,
Honestly cled that cumis me richt,
Ane prydfull man than call thay me ;
Bot God send thame a widdy wicht,
That can not lat sic demyng be.

Be I bot littill of stature,
Thay call me catyve createure ;
And be I grit of quantetie,
Thay call me monstrowis of nature ;
Thus can I not vndemit be.

And be I ornat in my speiche,
Than Towsy sayis, I am sa streiche,
I speik not lyk thair houss menȝie.
Suppois hir mouth misteris a leiche,
Ȝit can I not vndemit be.

Bot wist thir folkis that vthir demiss,
How that thair sawis to vthir semiss,
Thair vicious wordis and vanitie,
Thair tratling tungis that all furth temiss,
Sum wald lat thair demyng be.

War nocht the mater wald grow the mair,
To wirk vengeance on ane demar ;
But dout I wald caus mony de,
And mony cative end in cair,
Or sum tyme lat thair deming be.

Gude James the Ferd, our nobill king,
Quhen that he was of yeiris ying,
In sentens said full subtillie,
" Do Weill, and sett not by demying,
For no man sall vndemit be."

And so I sall, with Goddis grace,
Keip his command in to that cace ;
Beseiking ay the Trinitie,
In hevin that I may haif ane place,
For thair sall no man demit be.

Finis quod Dumbar.