In secreit place this hyndir nycht

In secreit place this hyndir nycht,
I hard ane beyrne say till ane bricht,
" My hwny, my hart, my hoip, my heill,
I haue bene lang ȝour luifar leill,
And can of ȝow get confort nane ;
How lang will ȝe with danger deill ?
Ȝe brek my hart, my bony ane !"

His bony beird wes kemmit and croppit,
Bot all with cale it wes bedroppit ;
And he wes townysche, peirt, and gukit;
He clappit fast, he kist, and chukkit,
As with the glaikis he wer ouirgane ;
Ȝit be his feiris he wald haue fukkit ;
Ȝe brek my hart, my bony ane !

Quod he, " My hairt, sweit as the hwnye,
Sen that I borne wes of my mynnye,
I nevir wowit weycht bot ȝow ;
My wame is of ȝour lufe sa fow,
That as ane gaist I glour and grane,
I trymble sa, ȝe will not trow ;
Ȝe brek my hart, my bony ane ! "

" Tehe ! " quod scho, and gaif ane gaufe,
" Be still my cuchair and my calfe,
My new spanit howffing fra the sowk,
And all the blythnes of my bowk ;
My sweit swanking, saif ȝow allane,
Na leid I luiffit all this owk ;
Full leifis me ȝour graceles gane."

Quod he, " My claver, and my curldodie,
My hwny soppis, my sweit possodie,
Be nocht our bosteous to ȝour billie,
Be warme hairtit and nocht ewill-willie ;
Ȝour heylis, quhyt as quhalis bane,
Garss ryiss on loft my quhillelillie ;
Ȝe brek my hart, my bony ane ! "

Quod scho, " My clype, my vnspaynit gyane,
With moderis milk ȝit in ȝour mychane,
My belly huddrun, my swete hurle bawsy,
My hwnygukkis, my slawsy gawsy;
Ȝour mvsing wald perss ane hairt of stane,
Tak gud confort, my grit-heidit slawsy,
Full leifis me ȝour gracles gane.

Quod he, " My kyd, my capirculȝoun,
My bony baib with the rwch brylȝoun,
My tendir gyrle, my wallie gowdye,
My tyrlie myrlie, my crowdie mowdie ;
Quhone that our mowthis dois meit at ane,
My stang dois storkyn with ȝour towdie;
Ȝe brek my hairt, my bony ane ! "

Quod scho, " Now tak me be the hand,
Wylcum ! my golk of maireland,
My chirrie and my maikles munȝoun,
My sowklar sweit as ony vnȝoun,
My strwmmill stirk, ȝit new to spane,
I am applyit to ȝour opunȝoun ;
I luif rycht weill ȝour graceles gane."

He gaiff to hir ane apille rubye;
Quod scho, " Gramercye ! my sweit cowhubye."
And thai twa to ane play began,
Quhilk men dois call the dery-dan ;
Quhill that thair myrthis met baythe in ane.
" Wo is me ! " quod scho, " quhair will ȝe, man ?
Bot now I luif that graceles gane."

Quod Dumbar.