The Squyeris Adew

Fair weill, ye lemant lampis of lustines
Of fair Scotland, adew my Ladies all!
During my youth with ardent besines,
Ye knaw how I was in your service thrall.
Ten thowsand times adew above thame all
Sterne of Stratherne, my Ladie Soverane!
For quhome I sched my blud with mekill pane.

Yit wald my Ladie luke at evin and morrow
On my legend, at length scho wald not mis
How for hir saik I sufferit mekill sorrow.
Yit give I micht at this time get my wis,
Of hir sweit mouth, deir God, I had ane kis.
I wis in vane, allace we will dissever,
I say na mair, Sweit hart, adew for ever!