My heid did Ȝak Ȝesternicht

My heid did ȝak ȝestemicht,
This day to mak that I na micht,
So sair the magryme dois me menȝie,
Perseing my brow as ony ganȝie,
That scant I luik may on the licht

And now, schir, laitlie, eftir mess,
To dyt, thocht I begowthe to dress,
The sentence lay full evill till find,
Vnsleipit in my heid behind,
Dullit in dulness and distres.

Full oft at morrow I wpryse,
Quhen that my curage sleipeing lyis,
For mirth, for menstrallie and play,
For din, nor danceing, nor deray,
It will nocht walkin me no wise.

Quod Dumbar.