‘The cheyle wattir vrned me mekill mar;
‘Eftir gret blud throu heit in cauld was brocht,385
‘That off my lyff almost no thing I roucht.
‘I meyn fer mar the tynsell off my men,
‘Na for my selff, mycht I suffir sic ten.’
The persone said; “Der sone, thow may se weyll,
“Langar to stryff it helpis nocht adeyll,390
“Thi men ar lost, and nayne will with the ryss;
“For Goddis [saik,] wyrk as I sall dewyss.
“Tak a lordschipe, quhar on at thow may liff;