‘Bot slew and drownyt in to the se adoun.210
‘Fawour I did till folk off syndry land;
‘Bot Franchmen no frendschip with me fand,
‘Thai gat no grace als fer as I mycht ryng.
‘Als on the se I clypyt was a king.
‘Now se I weyll that my fortoun is went,215
‘Vincust with ane; that gerris me sair rapent.
‘Quha wald haiff said, this sammyn day at morn,
‘I suld with ane thus lychtly doun be born,
‘In gret hething my men it wald haiff tayne.