Lkju. Jn come twa flyrand fulis with a fonde fair, The Tuchet, and the gukkit Golk, and zeid hiddy giddy; Ruſchit baith to the bard, and ruggit his hair ; Callit him thrys thevisnek, to thrawe in a widdy. Thaj fylit himn' fra the fortope to the fut thar: The barde, (maddit lyke a ſmaik ſmorit in a ſmedy, Ran falt to the dure, and gaif a gret cair ; Socht wattir to welche him that out in ane ydy. The lordis leuch apon loft, and lyking thaj had, That the barde was ſo bet : The fulis fonde in the filet, And mony mowis at mete Dn the flure maid. LkU. Syne for ane figonale of frut thaj trail in the teid ; The Tuchet gird to the Golk, and gaif him a fall, Raif his taile fra his rig, with a rath pleid ; The Bolk gat wpe agane in the gret hall, Tit the Tuchet be the tope, ourtirvit his hed, Flang him flat in the fyre, fetheris and all. He eryid, Allace, with ane rair, revyn is my reid ! J ain vngraciouſly gorrit, baith guttis and gall : zit he lap fra the lowe richt in a lyne. Duhen thaj had remelis raucht: Thaj forthocht that thaj faucht; Killit famyn and faucht, And ſat dovne ſyne.
