At nicht use Rhen’sh wine ay almaist
For it is cauld and clean.
And for your back I dare be bold,
That ye sall wear even as ye wold,
With double garnishings of gold,
And crape above your hair.
Your velvet hat, your hood of state,
Your missle[300] when ye gang the gait,
Frae sun and wind, baith air and late,
To keep that face sae fair.