The Testament of Mr Andro Kennedy

I Maister Andro Kennedy,
Curro quando sum vocatus,
Gottin with sum incuby,
Or with sum freir infatuatus ;
In faith I can nought tell redly,
Unde aut vbi fui natus,
Bot in treuth I trow trewly,
Quod sum dyabolus incarnatus.

Cum nichill sit certius morte,
We mon all de, quhen we haif done,
Nescimus quando, vel qua sorte,
Na blind Allane wait of the mone.
Ego patior in pectore,
This night I myght nocht sleip a wink ;
Licet eger in corpore,
Ȝit wald my mouth be wet with drink.

Nunc condo testamentum meum,
I leiff my saull for euermair,
Per omnipotentem Deum,
In to my lordis wyne cellair ;
Semper ibi ad remanendum,
Quhill domisday, without disseuer,
Bonum vinum ad bibendum,
With sueit Cuthbert that luffit me neuer.

Ipse est dulcis ad amandum,
He wald oft ban me in his breith,
Det michi modo ad potandum,
And I forgif him laith et- wraith :
Quia in cellario cum cervisia,
I had lever lye baith air and lait,
Nudus solus in camesia,
Na in my Lordis bed of stait

A barell bung ay at my bosum,
Of varldis gud I bad na mair ;
Et corpus meum ebriosum,
I leif on to the toune of Air ;
In a draf mydding for euer and ay
Ut ibi sepeliri queam,
Quhar drink and draff may ilka day
Be cassyne super faciem meam :

Thair wald I be bereit, me think,
Or beir my bodie ad tabernam,
Quhair I may feill the savour of drink,
Syn sing for me requiem eternam.
I leif my hert that neuer wes sickir,
Sed semper variabile,
That never mair wald flow nor flickir,
Consorti meo Iacobe :

Thought I wald bynd it with a wickir,
Verum Deum renui ;
Bot and I hecht to teme a bicker,
Hoc pactum semper tenui.
Syne leif I the best aucht I bocht,
Quod est Latinum propter caupe,
To hede of kyn, bot I wait nought
Quis est ille, than I schrew my scawpe :

I callit my lord my heid, but hiddill,
Sed nulli alii hoc dixerunt,
We weir als sib as seue et riddill,
In vna silua que creuerunt.
Omnia mea solatia
Thay wer bot lesingis all et ane,
Cum omni fraude et fallacia,
I leif the maister of Sanct Antane ;

Willelmo Gray, sine gratia,
Myne awne deir cusing, as I wene,
Qui nunquam fabricat mendacia,
Bot quhen the holyne growis grene.
My fenȝeing, and my fals wynyng,
Relinquo falsis fratribus ;
For that is Goddis awne bidding,
Dispersit, dedit pauperibus.

For menis saulis thay say thai sing,
Mentientes pro muneribus ;
Now God gif thaim ane euill ending,
Pro suis prauis operibus.
To Iok Fule, my foly fre
Lego post corpus sepultum ;
In faith I am mair fule than he,
Licet ostendit bonum vultum :

Of come and catall, gold and fe,
Ipse habet walde multum,
And ȝit he bleris my lordis E
Fingendo eum fore stultum.
To Master Iohne Clerk syne,
Do et lego intime,
Goddis braid malisone and myne :
Ipse est causa mortis mee.

War I a dog and he a swyne,
Multi mirantur super me,
Bot I suld ger that lurdane quhryne,
Scribendo dentes sine de.
Residuum omnium bonorum
For to dispone my Lord sall haif,
Cum tutela puerorum,
Ade, Kytte, and all the laif.

In faith I will na langar raif :
Pro sepultura ordino
On the new gys, sa God me saif,
Non sicut more solito.
In die mee sepulture
I will nane haif bot our awne gyng,
Et duos rusticos de rure
Berand a barell on a styng ;

Drynkand and playand cop out, evin,
Sicut egomet solebam ;
Singand and gretand with hie stevin,
Potum meum cum fletu miscebam.
I will na preistis for me sing,
Dies illa, Dies ire ;
Na ȝit na bellis for me ring,
Sicut semper solet fieri;

Bot a bag pipe to play a spryng,
Et unum ail wosp ante me ;
In stayd of baneris for to bring
Quatuor lagenas ceruisie,
Within the graif to set sic thing,
In modum crucis juxta me,
To fle the fendis, than hardely sing
De terra plasmasti me.

Heir endis the Tesment of Maister Andro
Kennedy, maid be Dunbar quhen he
wes lyk to dy.