Complaint to the King aganis Mure

Schir, I complane of iniuris :
A refyng sone of rakyng Muris
Hes magellit my making, throw his maliss,
And present it into ȝowr paliss :
Bot, sen he plesis with me to pleid,
I sall him knawin mak hyne to Calyss,
Bot giff ȝowr Hieness it remeid.

That fulle dismemberit hes my meter,
And poysound it with Strang salpeter,
With rycht defamowss speiche off lordis,
Quhilk with my collouris all discordis :
Quhois crewall sclander seruiss deid ;
And in my name all leis recordis,
Ȝour Grace beseik I of remeid.

He hes indorsit myn indytting
With versis off his awin hand vrytting;
Quhairin baithe sclander is and tressoun :
Off ane vod fuill far owt off seasoun,
He wantis nocht bot a rowndit heid,
For he has tynt baith wit and ressoun :
Ȝowr Grace beseik I off remeid.

Puness him for his deid culpabile ;
Or gar deliver him ane babile,
That Cuddy Rig the Drumfress fuill,
May him resave agane this Ȝuill,
All roundit in-to ȝallow and reid ;
That ladis may bait him lyk a buill :
For that to me war sum remeid.

Quod Dumbar.