And warlike weaponis at their will;
Howbeit they wer not weil content,
Zit be me trouth we feird nae ill:
Sum zeid to drink, and sum stude still,
And sum to cards and dyce them sped,
Quhyle on ane Farstein they fyld a bill,
And he was fugitive that fled.
Carmichael bad them speik out plainly,
And cloke nae cause for ill nor gude,
The uther answering him full vainly,