Gryp the grey hound, and grieve him full fore.
And buffet him bitterly, then bite him with war.
Go muſing upon Merling, more if thou wilt,
For I mean for no more, man at this time.
Then I ſtudied flood and him held:
Then he could ſturdily ſtir with his broad eyes;
But I couth further this fraine for his fathers ſoul;
If ever Frieck on this fold formed himſelf,
That he ſhould witter me ſome way if he wiſt ought
What of this world and this war ſhould after betide:
Then as a lyon he looked me on,
Like as he leep woukd and rent me in ſunder.
He ſaid, weens thou Waldhave, I win into heaven
That I may in this world all my wit have?
No, thou getſt that of God, there gains none other,
To whom he gives the grace they are of good life?
But this tale that I tell you, ye ſhall truſt it well.
It is tratling, but truth, the ſooth thee to ſay,
I moved into my mind how the ſooth ſtands;
Muſe on as thou may, the matter thou traines,
Thou ſins if thou frienes fraind farther I tell.
I have enough Waldhave my way for to make;
Here in wilderneſs I dwell, my weird for to dree.
Waldhave conjured this Spirit, to ſhew much more of ſundry things to come as followeth.
BUT ſome, what ſhall I ſay, as ſooth as I heard,
Amongſt ſiges unfound that over ſooth is:
Three mares of the mars, ſhall marry themselves,
With the mertricken of war, that they much love.
Those brlme beaſts wild, ſhall bite full bold,
The baile and to barret bairns anew.
Then ſhall he firſt with the Bucks head.
The other a bear that is a brime, ſhall brue much care;
The third a bull with that bears norhs,
Hudge and hideout on every ſide high;
Theſe three shall rake and rave in the wild north:
There ſhall none other ride theſe ryotous beaſts.
A cock with a keen comb ſhall compaſs them with
All whole the wayes where the land lyes.
With ſuch a ſcreich and cry ſhall their kind riſe,
That the Kirk of Chriſt ſhall be cumbered thereof,
