In silk and gold, in colours comfortable:
But thou, alas! all turnit into sable.
Syne all the Lordis of Religioun,
And Princes of the Priestis venerable,
Full pleasandly in their processioun,
With all the cunning Clerkis honourable:
But, theftuously, thou tyrane treasonable,
All their great solace and solemnities
Thou turnit intill duleful dirigies.
Syne, next in order, passing through the town,