We Lordis hes chosin a Chiftane mervellus

We Lordis hes chosin a chiftane mervellus,
That left hes ws in grit perplexite,
And him absentis, with wylis cautelus
Ȝeiris and dayis mo than two or thre,
And nocht intendis the land nor peple se,
Faltis to correct, nor vicis for to chace.
Our Lord Gouernour, this sedull send we the :
In lak of iustice this realme is schent allace !

Is nane of ws ane vddir settis by,
Bot laubouris ay for vthiris distructioun ;
Quhilk is grit plessour to our auld innamy,
And daly caussis grit dissentioun,
Amang ws now and als diuisioun,
Quhilk to heir is ane drery cace
To the, our lord and gyd vnder the croun ;
In lak of iustice this realme is schent allace !

Thy prudent wit we think thow hes abusit,
Absentand the for ony warldly geir ;
We ȝarne thy presens, bot oft thow hes refusit
Till cum ws till, or ȝit till merk ws neir,
Quhilk is the causs of thift, slawchter and weir.
Approch in tyme our freindschip to purchace ;
Thy leiges leill thy byding byis full deir ;
In lak of iustice this realme is schent allace !

Couatyce ringis into the spirituall state,
Ȝamand banifice the quhilk ar now vacand ;
That, but thy presens, will causs rycht grit debait,
And contrauersy to ryss into this land ;
And thy bidding we trest thay sall ganestand,
Without thow cum and present thame thy face.
Address the sone, fulfill thy will and band ;
In lak of iustice this realme is schent allace !

Grit wer and wandrecht hes bene ws amang,
Sen thy depairting, and ȝit approchis mair ;
Thy tardatioun caussis ws to think lang,
For of thi cuming we haif rycht grit dispair.
Off gyd and gouirnance we ar all solitair,
Dependand ay vpoun thy stait and grace ;
Speid the thairfoir, in dreid we all forfair ;
In lak of iustice this realme is schent allace !