The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark/Chapter 7

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The Whole Prophecies of Scotland, England, Ireland, France & Denmark by Thomas of Erceldoune
Waldhave conjured this Spirit, to shew much more of sundry things to come as followeth

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 figes unfound that over sooth is:
Three mares of the Mars, shall marry themſelves,
With the mertrickes of Mar, that they much love.
Thoſe brime beaſts wild, shall bite full bold,
To baile and to barret bairns anew.
Then shall he firſt with the buck's head,
The other a bear that is brime, shall brue much care;
The third a bull with a bear that bears horns,
Hudge and hideous on every ſide high;
Theſe three shall rake and rave in the wild north:
There shall none other ride theſe ryotons 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,
But the happier half shall the cock have;
For he is higher of head and hurts the leſs,
Theſe falſe Lurdens lives laſts but a while,
Till 3 Libberts in a ling from London shall come,
And lean toward Lothian in Linlithgow ſhire,
Toward Glaſgow they go, graithly thereafter;
Attour the hills where the way lies,
And on Govan moor graiths them to ſleep:
Then a lion as lord ſhall leap them among,
And learn them a leſſon though they loth think,
Fell falconds in field ſhall their fey worth,
And their formales ſo far fleemed for ever:
Then Purvey the powock with thy proud ſhaws,
Thou ſhalt have part of the pelf, when the pack opens.
Then a chieftain unchoſen, ſhall chooſe forth himſelf,
And ride through the realm, and Roy ſhall be called;
Then ſhall wales worthily dwell upon loft,
And chooſe them a chief lord of loyalty holden,
Scots heirs of Scotland ſhall ſcale them full wide.
In Humber ſhall brulye, their right for to have,
Greffon and Godrant that were great lords,
They were tailied in that time with untrue folk.
Heaven, and even heirs of the land,
Shall rent them, and riſe, and reel in their way,
And noy all the Norways that has them wrong wrought,
When dead ſhall riſe, and marvels ſhew,
Look him flat in face, and none ſhall him know;
Then the lillie ſo liele with notable bairns,
Send Bodwart in Britain to the bairn bold,
Bids him blythly abide in battle join'd.
Then a lion shall leap looſe out of hands;
The ſixth out of Ireland, nobleſt of deeds;
But when he is looſe, then reſt is there none,
When the ſyce is up, and the ſink under,
Then shall the dead ariſe, and work great wonder.
Among kind men in Kyth kindle ſhall a care,
There ſhall a counſel ſit that ſhall whole banks bare.
Then Saxons are ſet with ſubtle thoughts,
And proves partly to prick with party faces,
And wales warps up with wonderful deeds;
And Ireland helps that head to his moſt height!
And all Yorkſhire ſhall help, prove when he likes,
He ſhall bind him to bide, with bairns anew,
Enter up at a ſide where the ſea fills,
In his own kine ground, where that he was born,
With dignity and dear men that him well loves,
For to conqueſt the clear crown of England's line;
But all would fail, were not force that the fool thinks,
He would be ſubtilly ſold, were not Chriſt's will,
That his dolotirous date muſt drive to an end,
And the baſtard's blood left is for ever.
Then in Britain that day ſee whoſo will,
Shall never baſtards brook a foot broad of earth,
He ſhall be hurled and harled, and baſted to death,
With a wolf out of Wales, and bring him out of days,
And conqueſt the clear crown of England's right,
He ſhall bring all England into good peace;
While a hunter ſhall riſe, and reign in the North,
Rax up his banners with riotous beirns,
For ſafety and ſupply of Brutes lands,
Much ſturt and ſtrife ſhall ſterie a while,
From the North to the South ſea, whoſe liſt:
For when the towers of Torin is tumbled in the ſand,
With hunger and hare-life, and falſehood on loft.
Within eight years after great wonder ſhall be ſeen,
By that the Libberts' race is faſtly at an end:
Then the lillie ſo leil ſhall leind in his hands,
And to the lion ſhall get lordſhips great:
For the lion ſhall arrive at Carliſle,
And leap on the land, as lord of the ground,
He ſhall liend in the land, with his leil-beirnes,
And lame Libbert; and loſe him for ever,
Shall never the Libbert leap one day after,
In bold Britain to brock, the date is near paſſed.
That King hall deal and part all the broad lands,
To Bruce's blood, and other bold knights,
That ſhall go with the way to the reigning of Chriſt,
In the Vale of Jehoſhaphat ſeen ſhall he be,
Where many Saryans ſhall quake with their hearts,
When the dead men ſhall riſe, and ſhow them a light,
As marvellous Merling hath ſaid of before;
Take heed to this tale, that now I thee tell,
And truſt it is as truly as if it were written:
When that falſehood hath foot, and freedom is loſt,
And covetous hath the Kyth at his own will;
When Laughty is laid low under foot,
And kindneſs his courteſies his friends to beguile,
And no truth ſhall be shewed unto Chriſtian lands,
But all bent to deceit, and none truſt other,
Nor the father the ſon in his bodily oaths,
Holy Kirk ſhall have no girth, but plainly overturned;
And letchery on loft, and none ſpare other;
And each blood with other knits together,
The law of our Saviour is quite forgotten.
This is a true talking that Thomas of tells,
That the hare ſhall hirple on the hard ſtone,
In hope of grace, but grace gets ſhe none:
Then Gladsmoore and Govan ſhall gape thereafter:
Think not long on this loſs, for it is near hand;
When the lamb is looſe that the Holy Kirk keeps,
Then falſehood is ſet in ſages of Rome,
And works for the warrant that the cure wan:
Many ſages ſhall ſigh within ſhort time after,
When the mouth of Arran the top hath overturned.
Then ſhall Dumbarton mell of old done deeds,
And ſo ſhall Arran hap in a new man's hands;
In hope of Dunbar, when hails ſhall halt,
When the hunter ſhall come and his kind ratches,
Hunt Fotherick and Fyfe, and the field win.
When ſummer is winter, and the winter is weet,
With wardling wind and tempeſt great,
Then falſehood is ready his friend to beguile,
With hunger and hirſhip over all the broad lands;
Then ſhall the poor people be ſpilled full near,
The leed with the lucken hand is brought out of days,
Subtilly his life shall loſe, and many another,
And many doughty shall die for that deed:
And many leed in the North shall their life loſe,
For covetous and treaſon them loſes the land:
Many a wife and maiden shall wring both their hands,
Before this wicked wars be brought to an end.
The firſt root of this war shall riſe in the North,
That the Iſles and Ireland shall riſe in the North,
And the Saxons ſeaſed into Brutes' lands.
When the moon is dark in the firſt of the number,
With four crescents to eke forth the days,
And thrice ten, is selcouth to ſee,
With an L to Lowſe out the reſt of the number,
Syne let three and two thrieps as they will,
This is the true date that Merling oft tells,
And give to king Uter Arthurus' father,
And for to mean and muſe with theſe merry words,
For once Britain shall be in a new Knight's hands,
Whoſe hap to bide shall ſee with his eyes,
And Merling and Waldhave have ſaid of before,
And true Thomas told in his time after,
As Saint Beid in his book berieved the same,
Muſe on if you may for miſter you have,
I shall give you a token, that Thomas of tells,
When a lad with a lady shall go over the fields,
And many fair things weeping for dread,
For love of their dear friends lies looking on hills,
That it shall be woe for to tell the teind of their ſorrow,
Then shall be waſted their chief lands,
Where God curſes with his mouth, dead muſt follow.
Now wot thou, Waldhave, my will is way to paſs,
To wood-wilderneſs, where my way lies;
Then is Libberts three lamed for ever.
And the lion shall be lord and leader for sooth,
And all Britain the broad shall him bow to,
And his barnage bold shall him bleſs keep,
Then shall fruit well and fashon of corne,
If freedom and friendship his fyance be holden,
Cry ye Chriſtian men of Chriſt, and honour our King,
Of all cures and cares, in this coaſt angers.
And thus he ſundered me frae, I fained no longer,
But I marvelled faſt at this fair head,
I ſtudied right ſtably, and all aſtonish'd thereof,
That I winked ere I wist, and wrought upon ſleep;
And when I wakened, written I found,
All theſe words on wax, wanted there none,
Brieved on a broad book, and on my breaſt laid,
Bleſſed be the breiver that the book wrote.
Then can I make more muſe, and melling therewith,
The firſt morning of May, this marvel I ſaw,
As I lay mine alone on Lowdon-Law,
Looking to the Lennox me lief thought.