My fathfull hairt is fre inteir,
And mynd to serf my lady at all[1312].
Wald God that I wer perigall[1313],
Vnder that redolent ross to rest;
Yit at the leist, my hairt, thow sall
Abyd with hir thow lufis best.
Sen in your garth[1314] the lilly quhyte
May nocht remane amang the laif[1315],
Adew the flour of haill[1316] delyte,
Adew the succour that ma me saif!