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And to thy seiknes sal be na recure,
But in dolóur thy dayis to indure.
Thy cristall ene minglit with blude I mak,
Thy voice sa cleir unplesand, hoir, and hace;
Thy lusty lyre ourspred with spottis blak,
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And lumpis haw appeirand in thy face.
Quhair thow cummis, ilk man sall flee the place;
Thus sall thou go begging fra hous to hous,