My Lordis of Chacker, pleis Ȝow to heir

My Lordis of Chacker, pleis ȝow to heir
My coumpt, I sall it mak ȝow cleir,
But ony circumstance or sonȝie ;
For left is nether corce nor cunȝie
Off all that I tuik in the ȝeir.

For rekkyning of my rentis and roumes,
Ȝe neid nocht for to tyre ȝour thowmes ;
Na, for to gar ȝour countaris clink,
Nor paper for to spend, nor ink,
In the ressaueing of my soumes.

I tuik fra my Lord Thesaurair
Ane soume of money for to wair :
I cannocht tell ȝow how it is spendit,
Bot Weill I waitt that it is endit ;
And that me think ane coumpt our sair !

I trowit, in tyme, quhen that I tuik it,
That lang in burgh I sould haue bruikit,
Now the remanes are eith to turss ;
I haue na preiff heir bot my purss,
Quhilk wald nocht lie, and it war luikit.

Quod Dumbar.