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A fell ſhower of the ſouth ſhall ſad him forever,
And that leid ſhall his life loſe in another land.
Then ſhall a freik be foſtered far in the ſouth,
And to the Kyth ſhall he go that ho came from,
With much wealth and worſhip ſhall he go home,
And inhabit Albany unto the end.
Both the iſles and Arran at his own will,
Many men ſhall laugh when home he comes,
But much ſelcouth ſhall be ſeen within ſhort time,
At his own kind blood there ſhall begin,
Chooſe of the chiefeſt, and chop off their heads.
Some harled in fleas and hanged on high,
Some put in priſon and much pain abide.
The crab ſhall be out of his clift along time,
With unkind blood, and yet ſhall recover;
And other beirns in whole baniſh for ever.
Covetice ſhall be his name, the King of that Kyth,
For both his heart and his head, ſhall be of flint forged,
No Lord ſhall live in that land but himſelf alone:
But they are bereaved of bliſs to keep them in baile,
Yet ſhall a man of more vail mar him for ever;
For ſuddenly he ſhall go down and die in a fen.
There ſhall no king come in that Kyth for along time,
But a figure of a flower, the faireſt of the sixth,
The white flower and the red so ſhall be call’d.
In the month of Arran a ſelcouth ſhall fall,
Two bloody hearts ſhall be taken with a falſet rain,
And derfly ding down without any doom:
Ireland, Orkney, and other lands many;
For, the death of theſe two great doul ſhall make.
Then much ſorrow is ſeen within ſeven years,
Both the crab and the cock ſhall eſcape,
For more harm at that time ſhall they not have,
When the raven roups many ſhall rue!
From Cornwell to Caithneſs they ſhall his cry hear!
When the gled in his clift is clim to the height,
He counts not the lion that he is kind Lord:
When the griap would govern all and hopes thereafter.
With great gifts of gold the ſlower would he get,
Come he once in his clocks, he covers him never!
Then would a poor captive be keeper of the Kyth,
Yet ſhall it fail that the freit that the fool thinks,
When the cock crows, keep well his comb:
For the fox and thc fulmart they are falſe both,