“Bot thi fers mynd, wylfull and wariable,
“With gret lordschip thow coud nocht so byd stable;580
“And wyllfull witt, for to mak Scotland fre;
“God likis nocht that I haiff tane on me.
“Fer worthyar off byrth than I was born,
“Throuch my desyr wyth hungyr ar forlorn.
“I ask at God thaim to restor agayn;585
“I am the causs, I suld haiff all the payn.”
Quhill studeand thus, quhill flitand with him sell,
Quhill at the last apon slepyng he fell.