The Flyting of Dunbar and Kennedie

Dunbar to Kennedie.

Schir Johne the Ross, ane thing thair is compild
In generale be Kennedy and Quinting,
Quhilk hes thame self aboif the sternis styld ;
Bot had thay maid of mannace ony mynting
In speciall, sic stryfe sould ryse but stynting ;
Howbeit with bost thair breistis wer als bendit
As Lucifer, that fra the hevin descendit,
Hell sould nocht hyd thair harnis fra harmis hynting.

The erd sould trymbill, the firmament sould schaik,
And all the air in vennamus suddane stink,
And all the diuillis of hell for redour quaik,
To heir quhat I sould wryt, with pen and ynk ;
For and I flyt sum sege for schame sould sink,
The se sould birn, the mone sould thoill ecclippis,
Rochis sould ryfe, the warld sould hald no grippis,
Sa loud of cair the commoun bell sould clynk.

Bot wondir laith wer I to be ane baird,
Flyting to vse, for gritly I eschame ;
For it is nowthir wynning nor rewaird,
Bot tinsale baith of honour and of fame,
Incres of sorrow, sklander, and evill name ;
Ȝit mycht thay be sa bald, in thair bakbytting,
To gar me ryme, and rais the feynd with flytting,
And throw all cuntreis, and kinrikis thame proclame.

Quod Dumbar to Kennedy.

Kennedie to Dunbar.

Dirtin Dumbar, quhome on blawes thow thy boist?
Pretendand the to wryte sic skaldit skrowis ;
Ramowd rebald, thow fall doun att the roist,
My laureat lettres at the and I lowis ;
Mandrag, mymmerkin, maid maister bot in mowis,
Thryse scheild trumpir, with ane threid bair goun,
Say Deo mercy or I cry the doun,
And leif thy ryming, rebald, and thy rowis.

Dreid, dirtfast dearch, that thow hes dissobeyit
My cousing Quintene and my commissar ;
Fantastik fule, trest weill thow salbe fleyit,
Ignorant elf, aip, owll irregular,
Skaldit skaitbird, and commoun skamelar -
Wan-fukkit funling, that natour maid ane yrle,
Baith Iohne the Ross and thow, sall squeill and skirle
And evir I heir ocht of ȝour making mair.

Heir I put sylence to the in all partis,
Obey and ceis the play that thow pretendis ;
Waik walidrag, and werlot of the cairtis,
Se sone thow mak my commissar amendis,
And lat him lay sax leichis on thy lendis,
Meikly in recompansing of thi scorne,
Or thow sall ban the tyme that thow wes borne,
For Kennedy to the this cedull sendis.

Quod Kennedy to Dumbar.
Iuge in the nixt quha gat the war.

Dunbar to Kennedie.

Irsche brybour baird, wyle beggar with thy brattis,
Cuntbittin crawdoun Kennedy, coward of kynd,
Evill farit and dryit, as Denseman on the rattis,
Lyke as the gleddis had on thy gulesnowt dynd ;
Mismaid monstour, ilk mone owt of thy mynd,
Renunce, rebald, thy ryming, thow bot royis,
Thy trechour tung hes tane ane heland strynd ;
Ane lawland ers wald mak a bettir noyis.

Revin, raggit ruke, and full of rebaldrie,
Scarth fra scorpione, scaldit in scurrilitie,
I se the haltane in thy harlotrie,
And in to vthir science no thing slie,
Off every vertew woyd, as men may sie ;
Quytclame clergie, and cleik to the ane club,
Ane baird blasphemar, in brybrie ay to be ;
For wit and wisdome ane wisp fra the may rub.

Thow speiris, dastard, gif I dar with the fecht ?
Ȝe dagone, dowbart, thairof haif thow no dowt !
Quhair evir we meit thairto my hand I hecht,
To red thy rebald ryming with a rowt :
Throw all Bretane it salbe blawin owt,
How that thow, poysonit pelor, gat thy paikis ;
With ane doig leich I schepe to gar the schowt,
And nowthir to the tak knyfe, swerd, nor aix.

Thow crop and rute of traitouris tressonable,
The fathir and moder of morthour and mischeif,
Dissaitfull tyrand, with serpentis tung, vnstable;
Cukcald cradoun, cowart, and commoun theif ;
Thow purpest for to vndo our Lordis cheif
In Paislay, with ane poysone that wes fell,
For quhilk, brybour, ȝit sall thow thoill a breif ;
Pelour, on the I sall it preif my sell.

Thocht I wald lie, thy frawart phisnomy
Dois manifest thy malice to all men ;
Fy ! tratour theif; Ffy ! glengoir loun, fy ! fy !
Fy ! feyndly front, far fowlar than ane fen.
My freyindis thow reprovit with thy pen ?
Thow leis, tratour ! quhilk I sall on the preif,
Suppois thy heid war armit tymis ten,
Thow sall recryat, or thy croun sall cleif.

Or thow durst move thy mynd malitius,
Thow saw the saill abone my heid up draw ;
But Eolus full woid, and Neptunus,
Mirk and moneless, wes met with wind and waw,
And mony hundreth myle hyne cowd ws blaw
By Holland, Seland, Ȝetland, and Northway coist,
In desert quhair we wer famist aw ;
Ȝit come I hame, fals baird, to lay thy boist.

Thow callis the rethory with thy goldin lippis :
Na, glowrand, gaipand fule, thow art begyld,
Thow art bot Gluncoch with thy giltin hippis,
That for thy lounry mony a leisch hes fyld ;
Wan wisaged widdefow, out of thy wit gane wyld,
Laithly and lowsy, als lathand as ane leik,
Sen thow with wirschep wald sa fane be styld,
Haill, souerane senȝeour ! Thy bawis hingis throw thy breik.

Forworthin fule, of all the warld reffuse,
Quhat ferly is thocht thow reioys to flyte ?
Sic eloquence as thay in Erschry vse,
In sic is sett thy thraward appetyte ;
Thow hes full littill feill of fair indyte :
I tak on me ane pair of Lowthiane hippis
Sall fairar Inglis mak, and mair parfyte,
Than thow can blabbar with thy Carrik lippis.

Bettir thow ganis to leid ane doig to skomer,
Pynit pykpuirs pelour, than with thy maister pingill.
Thow lay full prydles in the peise this somer,
And fane at evin for to bring hame a single,
Syne rubbit at ane vthir auld wyfis ingle ;
Bot now, in winter, for purteth thow art traikit ;
Thow hes na breik to latt thy bollokis gyngill;
Beg the ane club, for, baird thow sall go naikit.

Lene larbar, loungeour, baith lowsy in lisk and lonȝe ;
Ffy ! skolderit skyn, thow art bot skyre and skrumple ;
For he that rostit Lawarance had thy grunȝe,
And he that hid sanct Johnis ene with ane wimple,
And he that dang sanct Augustine with ane rumple,
Thy fowll front had, and he that Bartilmo flaid ;
The gallowis gaipis eftir thy graceles gruntill,
As thow wald for ane haggeis, hungry gled.

Commirwald crawdoun, na man comptis the ane kerse,
Sueir swappit swanky, swynekeper ay for swaittis ;
Thy commissar Quintyne biddis the cum kiss his erse,
He luvis nocht sic aneforlane loun of laittis ;
He sayis, thow skaffis and beggis mair beir and aitis
Nor ony cripill in Karrik land abowt ;
Uthir pure beggaris and thow ar at debaittis,
Decrepit karlingis on Kennedy cryis owt.

Mater annwch I haiff, I bid nocht fenȝie,
Thocht thow, fowll trumpour, thus vpoun me leid ;
Corrupt carioun, he sall I cry thy senȝie ;
Thinkis thow nocht how thow come in grit neid,
Greitand in Galloway, lyk to ane gallow breid,
Ramand, and rolpand, beggand koy and ox ;
I saw the thair, in to thy wachemanis weid,
Quhilk wes nocht worth ane pair of auld gray fox.

Ersch Katherane, with thy polk breik, and rilling,
Thow and thy quene, as gredy gleddis, ȝe gang
With polkis to mylne, and beggis baith meill and schilling ;
Thair is bot lyse, and lang nailis ȝow amang :
Ffowll heggirbald, for hennis thus will ȝe hang,
Thow hes ane perrellus face to play with lambis ;
Ane thowsand kiddis, wer thay in faldis full Strang,
Thy lymmerfull luke wald fle thame and thair dammis.

In till ane glen thow hes, owt of repair,
Ane laithly Iuge that wes the lippir mennis ;
With the ane sowtaris wyfe, off bliss als bair,
And lyk twa stalkaris steilis in cokis and hennis,
Thow plukkis the pultre, and scho pullis off the pennis ;
All Karrik cryis, God gif this dowsy be drownd ;
And quhen thow heiris ane guse cry in the glennis,
Thow thinkis it swetar than sacrand bell of sound.

Thow Laȝarus, thow laithly lene tramort,
To all the warld thow may example be ;
To luk vpoun thy gryslie peteous port,
Ffor hiddowis, haw, and holkit is thyne ee ;
Thy cheik bane bair, and blaiknit is thy ble;
Thy choip, thy choll, garris men for to leif chest ;
Thy gane it garris us think that we mon de :
I coniure the, thow hungert heland gaist.

The larbar lukis of thy lang lene craig,
Thy pure pynit thrott, pelit and owt of ply,
Thy skolderit skin, hewd lyk ane saffrone bag,
Garris men dispyt thar flesche, thow spreit of Gy :
Ffy ! feyndly ffront ; ffy ! tykis face, ffy ! ffy !
Ay loungand, lyk ane loikman on ane ledder ;
Thy ghaistly luke fleys folkis that pas the by,
Lyke to ane stark theif glowrand in ane tedder.

Nyse nagus, nipcaik, with thy schulderis narrow,
Thow lukis lowsy, loun of lownis aw ;
Hard hurcheoun, hirpland, hippit as ane harrow,
Thy rigbane rattillis, and thy ribbis on raw,
Thy hanchis hirklis, with hukebanis harth and haw,
Thy laithly lymis ar lene as ony treis ;
Obey, theif baird, or I sall brek thy gaw,
Ffowll carrybald, cry mercy on thy kneis.

Thow purehippit, vgly averill,
With hurkland banis, holkand throw thy hyd,
Reistit and crynit as hangitman on hill,
And oft beswakkit with ane ourhie tyd,
Quhilk brewis mekle barret to thy bryd ;
Hir cair is all to clenge thy cabroch howis,
Quhair thow lyis sawsy in saphron, bak and syd,
Powderit with prymross, sawrand all with clowiss.

Fforworthin wirling, I warne the it is wittin,
How, skyttand skarth, thow hes the hurle behind ;
Wan wraiglane wasp, ma wormiss hes thow beschittin,
Nor thair is gerss on grund, or leif on lind ;
Thocht thow did first sic foly to my fynd,
Thow sall agane with ma witness than I ;
Thy gulsoch gane dois on thy back it bind,
Thy hostand hippis lattis nevir thy hoss go dry.

Thow held the burcht lang with ane borrowit goun,
And ane caprowsy barkit all with sweit,
And quhen the laidis saw the sa lyk a loun,
Thay bickerit the with mony bae and bleit :
Now vpaland thow leivis on rubbit quheit,
Oft for ane causs thy burdclaith neidis no spredding,
Ffor thow hes nowthir for to drink nor eit,
Bot lyk ane berdles baird, that had no bedding.

Strait Gibbonis air, that nevir ourstred ane horse,
Bla berfute berne, in bair tyme wes thow borne ;
Thow bringis the Carrik clay to Edinburgh Corse,
Upoun thy botingis, hobland hard as home ;
Stra wispis hingis owt, quhair that the wattis ar worne :
Cum thow agane to skar us with thy strais,
We sall gar scale our sculis all the to scorne,
And stane the vp the calsay quhair thow gais.

Off Edinburgh, the boyis as beis owt thrawis,
And cryis owt ay, " Heir cumis our awin queir Clerk ! "
Than fleis thow, lyk ane howlat chest with crawis,
Quhill all the bichis at thy botingis dois bark :
Than carlingis cryis, " Keip curches in the merk,
Our gallowis gaipis ; lo ! quhair ane greceles gais."
Ane vthir sayis, " I se him want ane sark,
I reid ȝow, cummer, tak in your lynning clais."

Than rynis thow doun the gait, with gild of boyis,
And all the toun tykis hingand in thy heilis ;
Of laidis and lownis thair ryssis sic ane noyis,
Quhill runsyis rynnis away with cairt and quheilis,
And cager aviris castis bayth coillis and creilis,
Ffor rerd of the, and rattling of thy butis ;
Fische wyvis cryis, Fy ! and castis doun skillis and skeilis ;
Sum claschis the, sum cloddis the on the cutis.

Loun lyk Mahoun, be boun me till obey,
Theif, or in greif, mischeif sall the betyd ;
Cry grace, tykis face, or I the chece and sley;
Oule, rere and ȝowle, I sall defowll thy pryd ;
Peilet gled, baith fed and bred of bichis syd,
And lyk ane tyk, purspyk, quhat man settis by the !
Forflittin, countbittin, beschittin, barkit hyd,
Clym ledder, fyle tedder, foule edder, I defy the.

Mauch muttoun, vyle buttoun, peilit gluttoun, air to Hilhouse;
Rank beggar, ostir dregar, foule fleggar, in the flet ;
Chittirlilling, ruch rilling, lik schilling in the milhouse ;
Baird rehator, theif of natour, fals tratour, feyndis gett ;
Filling of tauch, rak sauch, cry crauch, thow art our sett;
Muttoun dryver, girnall ryver, ȝadswyvar, fowll fell the :
Herretyk, lunatyk, purspyk, carlingis pet,
Rottin crok, dirtin dok, cry cok, or I sall quell the.

Quod Dunbar to Kennedy.

Kennedie to Dunbar.

Dathane deuillis sone, and dragon dispitous,
Abironis birth, and bred with Beliall;
Wod werwolf, worme, and scorpion vennemous,
Lucifers laid, fowll feyindis face infernall ;
Sodomyt, syphareit fra Sanctis celestiall,
Put I nocht sylence to the, schiphird knaif,
And thow of new begynis to ryme and raif,
Thow salbe maid blait, bleir eit, bestiall.

How thy forbearis come, I haif a feill,
At Cokbumispeth, the writ makis me war,
Generit betuix ane sche beir and a deill ;
Sa wes he callit Dewlbeir and nocht Dumbar :
This Dewlbeir, generit of a meir of Mar,
Wes Corspatrik, Erle of Merche ; and be illusioun
The first that evir put Scotland to confusioun
Wes that fals tratour, hardely say I dar.

Quhen Bruce and Balioll differit for the croun,
Scottis Lordis could nocht obey Inglis lawis ;
This Corspatrick betrasit Berwick toun,
And slew sevin thousand Scottismen within thay wawis,
The battall syne of Spottismuir he gart cause,
And come with Edwart Langschankis to the feild,
Quhair twelve thowsand trew Scottismen wer keild,
And Wallace chest, as the Cornicle schawis.

Scottis Lordis chiftanes he gart hald and chessone
In firmance fast, quhill all the feild wes done,
Within Dumbar, that auld spelunk of tressoun ;
Sa Inglis tykis in Scottland wes abone,
Than spulȝeit thay the haly stane of Scone,
The Croce of Halyrudhouse, and vthir jowellis.
He birnis in hell, body, banis, and bowellis,
This Corspatrik that Scotland hes vndone.

Wallace gart cry ane counsale in to Perth,
And callit Corspatrick tratour be his style ;
That dampnit dragone drew him in diserth,
And sayd, he kend bot Wallace, king in Kyle :
Out of Dumbar that theif he maid exyle
Unto Edward, and Inglis grund agane :
Tigris, serpentis, and taidis will remane
In Dumbar wallis, todis, wolffis and beistis wyle.

Na fowlis of effect amangis tha binkis
Biggis, nor abydis, for no thing that may be ;
Thay stanis of tressone as the bruntstane stinkis.
Dewlbeiris moder, cassin in by the se,
The wariet apill of the forbiddin tre,
That Adame eit, quhen he tynt Paradyce,
Scho eit invennomit lyk a cokkatryce,
Syne merreit with the Diuill for dignite.

Ȝit of new tressone, I can tell the tailis,
That cumis on nycht in visioun in my sleip ;
Archbald Dumbar betrasd the house of Hailis,
Becaus the ȝung Lord had Dumbar to keip ;
Pretendand throw that to thair rowmis to creip,
Rycht crewaly his castell he persewit,
Brocht him furth boundin and the place reskewit,
Sett him in fetteris in ane dungeoun deip.

It war aganis bayth natur and gud ressoun,
That Dewlbeiris bairnis were trew to God or man ;
Quhilkis wer baith gottin, borne, and bred with tressoun,
Belȝebubbis oyis, and curst Corspatrikis clan :
Thow wes prestyt, and ordanit be Sathan
For to be borne to do thy kin defame,
And gar me schaw thy antecessouris schame ;
Thy kin that leivis may wary the and ban.

Sen thow on me thus, lymmer, leis and trattillis,
And fyndis sentence foundit of invy,
Thy elderis banis ilk nycht ryssis and rattillis,
Apon thy corss vengeance, vengeance ! thay cry.
Thow art the cause thay may not rest, nor ly ;
Thow says for thame few psaltris, psalmis, or creidis,
Bot geris me tell thair trentalis of misdeidis,
And thair ald sin with new schame certify.

Insensuat sow, cesse fals Eustase air !
And knaw, kene skald, I hald of Alathya,
And cause me nocht the cause lang to declair
Of thy curst kyn, Deulber and his Allya :
Cum to the Croce, on kneis, and mak a crya ;
Confess thy crime, hald Kenydy the king,
And with ane hauthome skurge thy self and dyng ;
Thus dre thy penance wyth Deliquisti quia.

Pass to my commissar, and be confest,
Cour befoir him on kneis, and cum in will ;
And syne ger Stobo for thy lyf protest ;
Renounce thy rymis, baith ban and birn thy bill ;
Heve to the heuyn thy handis, ande hald the still :
Do thou nocht thus, brigane, thou salbe brynt,
Wyth pik, fyre, ter, gun puldre, or lint,
On Arthuris Sete, or on ane hyar hill.

I perambalit of Pernaso the montayn,
Enspirit wyth Mercury fra his goldyn spere -
And dulcely drank of eloquence the fontayne,
Quhen it was purifit with frost, and flowit cleir :
And thou come, Fule ! in Marche or Februere,
Thair till a pule, and drank the paddok rod,
That gerris the ryme in to thy termis glod,
And blaberis that noyis mennis eris to here.

Thow lufis nane Irische, elf, I vnderstand,
Bot it suld be all trew Scottis mennis lede ;
It was the gud langage of this land,
And Scota it causit to multiply and sprede,
Quhill Corspatrik, that we of tressoun reid,
Thy forefader, maid Irisch and Irisch men thin,
Throw his tressoun broght Inglise rumplis in,
Sa wald thy self, mycht thou to him succede.

Ignorant fule ! in to thy mowis and mokis,
It may be verifeit that thy wit is thin ;
Quhare thow writis Densmen dryit apon the rattis,
Densmen of Denmark ar of the kingis kyn.
The wit thou suld haue had, was castin in
Evyn at thyne ers, bakwart, with a staf flong.
Herefore, fals harlot, hursone, hald thy tong :
Deulbere ! thow devis the deuill, thyne eme, wyth dyn.

Quhare as thow said, that I stall hennis and lammys,
I latt the wit, I haue land, store and stakkis.
Thou wald be fayn to gnaw, lad, wyth thy gammys,
Wnder my burd, smoch banis behynd doggis bakkis :
Thow has a tome purs, I haue stedis and takkis,
Thow tynt cultur, I haif cultur and pleuch,
Substance and geir, thou has a wedy teuch
On Mount Falconn, about thy crag to rax.

And yit Mount Falconn gallowis is our fair,
For to be fylde with sic a frutles face ;
Cum hame, and hing on our gallowis of Aire,
To erd the vnder it I sall purchas grace ;
To eit thy flesch the doggis sall haue na space,
The ravyns sall ryve na thing bot thy tong rutis,
For thou sik malice of thy maister mutis,
It is wele sett that thou sik barat brace.

Small fynance amang thy frendis thow beggit,
To stanch the storm, wyth haly muldis thou loste ;
Thou sailit to get a dowcare, for to dreg it,
It lyis closit in a clout on Seland cost :
Sic reule gerris the be seruit wyth cald rost,
And sitt vnsoupit oft beȝond the sey,
Cryiand caritas at durris amore Dei
Bairfut, brekeles, and all in duddis vpdost.

Deulbere hes not ado with a Dunbar,
The Erl of Murray bure that surname ryght,
That euyr trew to the King and constant ware,
And of that kin come Dunbar of Westfelde knyght ;
That successione is hardy, wyse, and wycht,
And has na thing ado now with the deuile :
Bot Deulbere is thy kyn, and kennis the wele,
And has in hell for the a chaumir dicht.

Cursit croapand craw, I sall ger crop thy tong,
And thou sall cry, Cor mundum on thy kneis ;
Duerch, I sall ding the, quhill thow dryte and dong,
And thou sall lik thy lippis, and suere thou leis :
I sall degraid the, graceles, of thy greis ;
Scaile the for scorne, and shere the of the scule,
Ger round the hede transforme the till a fule,
And syne with tresone trone the on the treis.

Raw-mowit ribald, renegate rehatour,
My linage and forebearis war ay lele ;
It cumis of kynde to the to be a traytoure,
To ryde on nycht, to rug, to reue, and stele.
Quhen thow puttis poysonn to me, I appelle
The in that part, and preue it pelour wyth thy persone ;
Clame not to clergy, for I defy the, gersone,
Thow sall by it dere, wyth me, duerche, and thou dele.

In Ingland, oule, suld be thyne habitacione,
Homage to Edward Langschankis maid thy kyn,
In Dunbar thai ressauit him the false nacione,
Thay suld be exilde Scotland mare and myn.
A stark gallowis, ane wedy, and a pyn,
The hede poynt of thyne elderis armes ar ;
Wryttyn abone in poesie, Hang Dunbar,
Quarter and draw, and mak that surname thin.

I am the kingis blude, his trew speciall clerk,
That newir yit ymaginit hym offense,
Constant in myn allegeance, word et werk,
Onely dependand on " his excellence ;
Traistand to haue of his magnificence
Guerdoun, reward, and benefice bedene ;
Quhen that the ravyns sall ryve out bath thine ene,
And on the rattis salbe thy residence.

Fra Etrike Forest furthward to Drumfrese
Thow beggit with a pardoun in all kirkis,
Collapis, cruddis, mele, grotis, grisis, and geis,
And ondir nycht quhyle stall thou staggis et stirkis.
Because that Scotland of thy begging irkis,
Thow scapis in France to be a knycht of the felde ;
Thow has thy clamschellis, and thy burdoun kelde,
Wnhonest wayis all, wolronn, that thou wirkis.

Thou may not pas Mount Barnard " for wild bestis,
Nor wyn throw Mount Scarpre for the snawe ;
Mount Nycholas, Mount Godart thare arestis,
Brigantis sik bois and blyndis thame wyth a blawe.
In Parise wyth the maister buriawe
Abyde, and be his prentice nere the bank,
And help to hang the pece for half a frank,
And, at the last, thy self sall thole the lawe.

Haltane harlot, the deuill a gude thou hais !
For fault of puissance, pelour, thou mon pak the ;
Thou drank thy thrift, sald and wedsett thy clais,
Thare is na lorde that will in seruice tak the.
A pak of fla-skynnis, fynance for to mak the,
Thow sall ressaue, in Danskyn, of my tailye ;
With De profundis fend the, and that failye,
And I sall send the blak Deuill for to bak the.

Into the Katryne thou maid a foull cahute,
For thow bedrait hir, doun fra starn to stere ;
Apon hir sydis was sene thou coud schute,
Thy dirt clevis till hir towis this twenty yere :
The firmament na firth was newir cler,
Quhill thou, Deulbere, deuillis birth, was on the see,
The saulis had sonkin throu the syn of the,
War nocht the peple maid sa grete prayere.

Quhen that the schip was saynit, et vndir saile,
Foul brow in holl thow preposit for to pas,
Thow schot, and was not sekir of thy tayle,
Beschate the stere, the compas, et the glas ;
The skippar bad ger land the at the Bas :
Thow spewit, and kest out mony a lathly lomp,
Fastar than all the marynaris coud pomp ;
And now thy wame is wers than ewir it was.

Had thai bene prouuait sa of schote of gvne
By men of were but perile thay had past ;
As thow was louse, and reddy of thy bune,
Thay micht haue tane the collum at the last ;
For thou wald cuk a cartfull at a cast ;
Thair is na schip that wil the now ressaue ;
Thow fylde faster than fyftenesum mycht lawe,
And myrit thaym wyth thy mvk to the myd mast

Throu Ingland thef, and tak the to thy fute,
And boun with the to haue a fals botwand ;
A horse marschall thou call the at the mute,
And with that craft convoy the throu the land :
Be na thing argh, tak ferily on hand,
Happyn thow to be hangit in Northumbir,
Than all thy kyn ar wele quyte of thy cumbir,
And that mon be thy dome, I vndirstand.

Hye Souuerane Lorde, lat newir this synfull sot
Do schame, fra hame, vnto your nacion !
That newir nane, sic ane, be callit a Scot,
A rottyn crok, louse of the dok, thare doun.
Fra honest folk deuoide this lathly lown :
In sum desert, quhair thare is na repaire,
For fyling and infecking of the aire,
Cary this cankerit corrupt carioun.

Thou was consauit in the grete eclips,
A monstir maid be god Mercurius ;
Na hald agayn, na hoo is at thy hips,
Infortunate, foull, false, et furius,
Evill schryvin, wan-thryvin, not clene na curius ;
A myten, full of flyting, the flyrdom lyke,
A crabbit, scabbit, euill facit messan tyke ;
A schit, but wit, schrewit et iniurius.

Greit in the glaykis gude Maister Gilliam gukkis,
Our imperfyte in poetry, or in prose,
All closse vndir cloud of nycht thou cukkis.
Rymis thou of me, of Rethory the Rose,
Lunatike, lymare, luschbald, louse thy hose,
That I may touch thy tone wyth tribulation,
In recompensing of thy conspiration,
Or turse the out of Scotland : tak thy chose.

Ane benefice quha wald gyue sic ane beste,
Bot gif it war to gyngill ludas bellis ;
Tak the a fidill, or a floyt et geste,
Wndought, thou art ordanyt to not ellis !
Thy cloutit cloke, thy skryp, and thy clamschellis,
Cleke on thy cors, and fare on in to France,
And cum thow newir agayn but a mischance ;
The fend fare wyth the, forthward our the fellis.

Cankrit Caym, tryit trowane, Tutiuillus,
Marmaidyn, mymmerken, monstir of all men,
I sall ger bake the to the lard of Hillhouse,
To suelly the in stede of a pullit hen.
Fowmart, fasert, fostirit in filth and fen,
Foule fond, flend fule, apon thy phisnom fy !
Thy dok of dirt dreipis, and will newir dry,
To tume thy tone it has tyrit carlingis ten.

Conspiratour, cursit cokatrice, hell caa,
Turk, trumpour, traitour, tyran intemperate ;
Thow irefull attircop, Pilate apostata,
Judas, iow, iuglour, Lollard laureate ;
Saraȝene, symonyte, provit Pagane pronunciate,
Mahomete, manesuorne, bugrist abhominabile,
Deuill, dampnit dog, sodomyte insatiable,
With Gog and Magog grete glorificate.

Nero thy nevow, Golyas thy grantsire,
Pharao thy fader, Egipya thy dame,
Deulbere, thir ar the causis that I conspire,
Termygantis temptise the, et Waspasius thine eme ;
Belȝebub thy full brothir will clame
To be thyne air, and Cayphas thy sectour ;
Pluto thy hede of kyn, and protectour
To hell to leid the, on lycht day and leme.

Herode thyne othir eme, and grete Egeas,
Marciane, Machomete, and Maxencius,
Thy trew kynnismen, Antenor et Eneas,
Throp thy nere nece, and austern Olibrius,
Puttidew, Baal, and Eyobulus ;
Thir fendis ar the flour of thy four branchis,
Sterand the potis of hell, et newir stanchis,
Dout nocht, Deulbere, Tu es Dyabolus,

Deulbere, thy spere of were, but feir, thou yelde,
Hangit, mangit, eddir-stangit, stryndie stultorum,
To me, maist hie Kenydie, et flee the felde,
Pickit, wickit, conwickit, lamp -Lollardorum.
Defamyt, blamyt, schamyt, Primas Paganorum.
Out ! out ! I schout, apon that snowt that snevillis.
Tale tellare, rebellare, induellar wyth the deuillis,
Spynk, sink with stynk ad Tertara Termagorum.

Quod Kennedy to Dumbar,
Iuge ȝe now heir quha gat the war.