“Late, late yestreen[13] saw the new moone,
Wi the auld moone in hir arme,
And I feir, I feir, my deir master,
That we will cum to harme.”
O our Scots nobles wer richt laith[14]
To weet[15] their cork-heild schoone[16];
Bot lang owre[17] a’ the play wer playd,
Thair hats they swam aboone.[18]
O lang, lang may their ladies sit,
Wi thair fans into their hand,