And mantle all the craig with a tower wall.
With barges and bilengers to ruſh at the gates,
That both fiſh and fowl that on flight goes,
Be flitted up freſhly, and fair them within,
Then is Dumbarton burnt all to powder,
And all in a cloud: tho war ended for ever.
And if ye fail of this freit after 13 years.
Yeair ye yalply, and yairo ye no more.
The caſtle of Carrick, that on a craig ſtands,
Shall cry upon Cumnock for a true neſt;
That into Clidſdale coaſt clevers full faſt,
In a holine ſo hie by an elf huſk.
Then ſhall the Galloway grooms get on their mares.
Three tods and terid ſhall tene all the wood,
From Tynmouth to Tultie, and be tole free:
But a geſehalk of growth ſhall grieve him then,
And get on a grey mare, that in graſs reſts.
In a gow of Gowrie by a gray ſtone,
He ſhall tulie both the tods, and the tub alſo,
And with the teind that is taken, turn into France.
Two wethers and a wolf ſhall the field make,
Betwixt a yow and a lamb that leads the flock,
Before butler the bargane ſhall begine:
All it is bootleſs his bags he ript.
Then ſhall the yle of Roſay be rank full of ſide buſhes,
Then each man rews them, for roeth of his heart,
That would rend from the rood, and no reſt thole.
A captive in a craig ſhall a tower build.
And cry to Craig-Fergus the grawdone is ever
For a book in but, as a bull horn
Bound with a bugle blow when he likes,
A proud pown in a preis lordly ſhall light:
With pious and pilridoos pulled in a crown,
Plain power of the Pope muſt the pown have,
To pluck and to puniſh, and part him about,
A plot ſhall partly appeal him again:
For his part of the pelf, and the pown wrong.
There shall much ſorrow and ſtrife ſtir them once,
That ſhall the Sterlings trouble, that ſtirs with wings:
An hare with an hutchen and the hind calf.
Shall hie them in holy land hold them therein
While a grey hound thoin grype, on the Greek ſea,
And go with them grievoutly, where him leif likes;
There ſhall no gaining them glee, while the gray hound
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