ROBERT HENRYSON
But mawgre Jiaif I and I byde,
Fra they begin to steir; Quhat lyis on heart I will nocht hyd;
Makyn, then mak gude cheir.'
��'Robin, thou reivis me roiff and rest;
1 luve bot thcc allanc.' 'Makyne, adieu' the sone gois west,
The day is ncir-hand gane ' 'Robin, in dule I am so dre^t
That luve will be my bane.' 'Ga luve, Makyne, quhair-evir thow list,
For lemman I luve nanc.'
'Robin, I stand in sic a styll,
I sicht, and that full sair.' 'Makyne, I half been here this quhyle;
At hame God gif I wair.' 'My huny, Robin, talk anc quhyll,
Gif thow will do na mair. J 'Makyn, sum uthir man begyle,
For hamcwart I will fair.'
Robin on his way is went
As light as leif of tre; Makyne murnit in hir intent,
And trowd him nevir to se.
mawgre haif I and] I am uneasy if. reivis] robbest.
roiff] quiet. drest] beset. lemman] mistress. styll] plight. sicht] sigh. in hir intent] in her inward thought.
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