Rycht airlie on Ask Weddinsday

Rycht airlie on Ask Weddinsday,
Drynkand the wyne satt cumeris tway ;
The tane cowth to the tother complene,
Graneand and suppand cowd scho say,
This lang Lentern makis me lene.

On cowch besyd the fyre scho satt,
God wait gif scho wes grit and fatt,
Ȝit to be feble scho did hir fene ;
And ay scho said, " Latt preif of that,
This lang Lentern makis me lene."

My fair, sweit cummer," quod the tuder,
" Ȝe tak that nigirtness of ȝour muder ;
All wyne to test scho wald disdane
Bot mavasy, scho bad nane vder ;
This lang Lentern makis me lene."

" Cummer, be glaid both evin and morrow,
Thocht ȝe suld bayth beg and borrow,
Fra our lang fasting ȝe ȝow refrene,
And latt your husband dre the sorrow ;
This lang Lantern makis me lene."

" Ȝour counsale, cummer, is gud," quod scho,
" All is to tene him that I do,
In bed he is nocht wirth a bene ;
Fill fow the glass and drynk me to ;
This lang Lentern makis me lene."

Off wyne owt of ane choppyne stowp,
They drank twa quartis, sowp and sowp,
Of drowth sic excess did thame constrene ;
Be than to mend thay had gud howp ;
This lang Lentroun makis me lene.

Quod Dumbar.