‘It sall ye se, trast weill, in werrament.
‘My hed to wed, Lochlewyn he past to se:
‘Bot that is thar, no Inglissman knaw we1210
‘In all this land, betwix thir watters left;
‘Tithandis off hym ye sall se son hereft.’
As thai about was talkand on this wyss,
A message com, and chargyt thaim to ryss.
“My lord,” he said, “to dyner has yow cald1215
“In till Lochlewyn, quhilk is a ryoll hald.
“Ye sall fair weyll, tharfor put off all sorow.”