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THE COMPLAINT AND PUBLICT CONFESSIOUN OF THE KINGIS AULD HOUND, CALLIT BAGSCHE, DIRECTIT TO BAWTE, THE KINGIS BEST BELOUIT DOG, AND HIS COMPANȜEONIS. MAID AT COMMAND OF KING IAMES THE FYFT, BE SCHIR DAUID LINDESAY OF THE MONT KNYCHT, alias, LYOUN KING OF ARMES. &C.
Allace, quhome to suld I complayne
In my extreme Necessitie?
Or quhameto sall I mak my maine?
In Court na Dog wyll do for me.
Beseikand sum, for Cherite,
To beir my Supplicatioun,
To Scudlar, Luffra, and Bawte,
Now or the king pas of the toun.
In my extreme Necessitie?
Or quhameto sall I mak my maine?
In Court na Dog wyll do for me.
Beseikand sum, for Cherite,
To beir my Supplicatioun,
To Scudlar, Luffra, and Bawte,
Now or the king pas of the toun.
I haue followit the Court so lang,
Quhill in gude faith I may no mair:
The Countre knawis I may nocht gang.
I am so crukit, auld, and sair,
That I wait nocht quhare to repair:
For quhen I had authorite,
I thocht me so familiar,
I neuer dred necessite.
Quhill in gude faith I may no mair:
The Countre knawis I may nocht gang.
I am so crukit, auld, and sair,
That I wait nocht quhare to repair:
For quhen I had authorite,
I thocht me so familiar,
I neuer dred necessite.
I rew the race that Geordie Steill
Brocht Bawte to the kingis presence:
I pray God lat hym neuer do weill,
Sen syne I gat na audience.
For Bawte now gettis sic credence,
That he lyis on the Kingis nycht goun,
Quhare I perforce, for my offence,
Man in the clois ly lyke ane loun.
Brocht Bawte to the kingis presence:
I pray God lat hym neuer do weill,
Sen syne I gat na audience.
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That he lyis on the Kingis nycht goun,
Quhare I perforce, for my offence,
Man in the clois ly lyke ane loun.
For I haif bene, ay to this hour,
Ane wirrear of lamb and hog;
Ane tyrrane, and ane Tulȝeour,
Ane murdreissar of mony ane dog.
Fyue foullis I chaist outthroch ane scrog,
Quharefor thare motheris did me warie;
For thay war drownit all in ane bog:
Speir at Ihone Gordoun of Pittarie,
Ane wirrear of lamb and hog;
Ane tyrrane, and ane Tulȝeour,
Ane murdreissar of mony ane dog.
Fyue foullis I chaist outthroch ane scrog,
Quharefor thare motheris did me warie;
For thay war drownit all in ane bog:
Speir at Ihone Gordoun of Pittarie,
Quhilk in his hous did bryng me vp,
And vsit me to slay the deir;
Sweit milk and meill he gart me sup:
That craft I leirnit sone perqueir.
All vther vertew ran arreir,
Quhen I began to bark and flyte;
For thare was nother Monk nor freir.
Nor wyfe nor barne, but I wald byte.
And vsit me to slay the deir;
Sweit milk and meill he gart me sup:
That craft I leirnit sone perqueir.
All vther vertew ran arreir,
Quhen I began to bark and flyte;
For thare was nother Monk nor freir.
Nor wyfe nor barne, but I wald byte.
Quhen to the King the cace was knawin
Of my vnhappy hardines,
And all the suth unto hym schawin,
How euerilk dog I did oppres,
Then gaue his grace command expres,
I suld be brocht to his presence.
Nochtwithstanding my wickitnes,
In Court I gat greit audience.
Of my vnhappy hardines,
And all the suth unto hym schawin,
How euerilk dog I did oppres,
Then gaue his grace command expres,
I suld be brocht to his presence.
Nochtwithstanding my wickitnes,
In Court I gat greit audience.
I shew my greit Ingratitude
To the Capitane of Badȝeno,
Quhilk in his hous did find me fude
Two ȝeir, with vther houndis mo.
Bot quhen I saw that it was so,
That I grew hich into the Court,
For his reward I wrocht hym wo,
And cruellie I did hym hurt.
To the Capitane of Badȝeno,
Quhilk in his hous did find me fude
Two ȝeir, with vther houndis mo.
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That I grew hich into the Court,
For his reward I wrocht hym wo,
And cruellie I did hym hurt.
So thay that gaue me to the King,
I was thare mortall Enemie.
I tuke cure of na kynd of thing,
Bot pleis the Kingis Maiestie.
Bot quhen he knew my crueltie,
My falset and my plane oppressioun,
He gaue command that I suld be
Hangit without confessioun.
I was thare mortall Enemie.
I tuke cure of na kynd of thing,
Bot pleis the Kingis Maiestie.
Bot quhen he knew my crueltie,
My falset and my plane oppressioun,
He gaue command that I suld be
Hangit without confessioun.
And ȝit because that I was auld,
His grace thocht petie for to hang me,
Bot leit me wander quhare I wald,
Than set my fais for to fang me,
And euery bouchour dog doun dang me.
Quhen I trowit best to be ane laird,
Than in the court ilk wicht did wrang me,
And this I gat for my rewaird.
His grace thocht petie for to hang me,
Bot leit me wander quhare I wald,
Than set my fais for to fang me,
And euery bouchour dog doun dang me.
Quhen I trowit best to be ane laird,
Than in the court ilk wicht did wrang me,
And this I gat for my rewaird.
I had wirreit blak Makesoun,
Wer nocht that rebaldis come and red;
Bot he was flemit of the toun.
Frome tyme the King saw how I bled,
He gart lay me vpon ane bed,
For with ane knife I was mischeuit.
This Makesoun for feir he fled
Ane lang tyme or he was releuit.
Wer nocht that rebaldis come and red;
Bot he was flemit of the toun.
Frome tyme the King saw how I bled,
He gart lay me vpon ane bed,
For with ane knife I was mischeuit.
This Makesoun for feir he fled
Ane lang tyme or he was releuit.
And Patrik Striuiling in Ergyle,
I bure hym bakwart to the ground,
And had hym slane within ane quhyle,
War nocht the helping of ane hound.
Ȝit gat he mony bludie wound,
As ȝit his skyn wyll schaw the markis.
Find me ane Dog, quhare euer ȝe found,
Hes maid sa mony bludie sarkis.
I bure hym bakwart to the ground,
And had hym slane within ane quhyle,
War nocht the helping of ane hound.
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As ȝit his skyn wyll schaw the markis.
Find me ane Dog, quhare euer ȝe found,
Hes maid sa mony bludie sarkis.
Gude brother Lanceman, Lyndesayis dog,
Quhilk ay hes keipit thy laute,
And neuer wirryit lamb nor hog,
Pray Luffra, Scudlar, and Baute,
Of me, Bagsche, to haue pitie,
And prouide me ane portioun
In Dumfermeling, quhare I may dre
Pennance for my extortioun.
Quhilk ay hes keipit thy laute,
And neuer wirryit lamb nor hog,
Pray Luffra, Scudlar, and Baute,
Of me, Bagsche, to haue pitie,
And prouide me ane portioun
In Dumfermeling, quhare I may dre
Pennance for my extortioun.
Get be thare Solistatioun,
Ane letter frome the Kingis grace,
That I may haue Collatioun,
With fyre and Candil in the place.
Bot I wyll leif schort tyme, allace,
Want I gude fresche flesche for my gammis:
Betuix Aswednisday and Paice,
I man haue leue to wirrie Lambis.
Ane letter frome the Kingis grace,
That I may haue Collatioun,
With fyre and Candil in the place.
Bot I wyll leif schort tyme, allace,
Want I gude fresche flesche for my gammis:
Betuix Aswednisday and Paice,
I man haue leue to wirrie Lambis.
Baute, considder well this bill,
And reid this Cedull that I send ȝow,
And euerilk poynt thareof fulfill,
And now in tyme of mys amend ȝow.
I pray ȝow that ȝe nocht pretend ȝow
To clym ouer hie, nor do na wrang,
Bot frome ȝour fais, with richt defend ȝow,
And tak exemple quhow I gang.
And reid this Cedull that I send ȝow,
And euerilk poynt thareof fulfill,
And now in tyme of mys amend ȝow.
I pray ȝow that ȝe nocht pretend ȝow
To clym ouer hie, nor do na wrang,
Bot frome ȝour fais, with richt defend ȝow,
And tak exemple quhow I gang.
I was that na man durst cum neir me,
Nor put me furth of my lugeing:
Na dog durst fra my Denner sker me
Quhen I was tender with the king.
Now euerilk tyke dois me doun thring,
The quhilk, before, be me war wrangit,
And sweris I serue na vther thing,
Bot in ane helter to be hangit.
Nor put me furth of my lugeing:
Na dog durst fra my Denner sker me
Quhen I was tender with the king.
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The quhilk, before, be me war wrangit,
And sweris I serue na vther thing,
Bot in ane helter to be hangit.
Thocht ȝe be hamelie with the King,
Ȝe Luffra, Scudlar, and Bawte,
Be war that ȝe do nocht doun thring
Ȝour nychtbouris throw authorite.
And ȝour exemple mak be me,
And beleif weill ȝe ar bot doggis:
Thocht ȝe stand in the hiest gre,
Se ȝe byte nother lambs nor hoggis.
Ȝe Luffra, Scudlar, and Bawte,
Be war that ȝe do nocht doun thring
Ȝour nychtbouris throw authorite.
And ȝour exemple mak be me,
And beleif weill ȝe ar bot doggis:
Thocht ȝe stand in the hiest gre,
Se ȝe byte nother lambs nor hoggis.
Thocht ȝe haue now greit audience,
Se that be ȝow be nane opprest;
Ȝe wylbe punischit for ȝour offence,
Frome tyme the King be weill confest.
Thare is na dog that hes transgrest
Throw cruelte, and he may fang hym,
His Maieste wyll tak no rest,
Tyll on ane gallous he gar hang hym.
Se that be ȝow be nane opprest;
Ȝe wylbe punischit for ȝour offence,
Frome tyme the King be weill confest.
Thare is na dog that hes transgrest
Throw cruelte, and he may fang hym,
His Maieste wyll tak no rest,
Tyll on ane gallous he gar hang hym.
I was anis als far ben as ȝe ar,
And had in Court als greit credence,
And ay pretendit to be hiear,
Bot quhen the Kingis excellence
Did knaw my falset and offence,
And my prydefull presumptioun,
I gat none vther recompence,
Bot hoyit and houndit of the toun.
And had in Court als greit credence,
And ay pretendit to be hiear,
Bot quhen the Kingis excellence
Did knaw my falset and offence,
And my prydefull presumptioun,
I gat none vther recompence,
Bot hoyit and houndit of the toun.
Wes neuer sa vnkynd ane corce,
As quhen I had authorite:
Of my freindis I tuke na force,
The quhilkis afore had done for me
This Prouerb, it is of verite,
Quhilk I hard red in tyll ane letter,
Hiest in Court, nixt the weddie,
Without he gyde hym all the better.
As quhen I had authorite:
Of my freindis I tuke na force,
The quhilkis afore had done for me
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Quhilk I hard red in tyll ane letter,
Hiest in Court, nixt the weddie,
Without he gyde hym all the better.
I tuke na mair compt of ane Lord
Nor I did of ane keiching knaif.
Thocht euerilk day I maid discord,
I was set vp abone the laif.
The gentill hound was to me slaif,
And with the Kingis awin fingeris fed:
The sillie raichis wald I raif;
Thus for my euill deidis wes I dred.
Nor I did of ane keiching knaif.
Thocht euerilk day I maid discord,
I was set vp abone the laif.
The gentill hound was to me slaif,
And with the Kingis awin fingeris fed:
The sillie raichis wald I raif;
Thus for my euill deidis wes I dred.
Tharfor, Bawte, luke best about,
Quhen thow art hiest with the King:
For than thow standis in greitest dout,
Be thow nocht gude of gouerning.
Put na pure tyke frome his steiding,
Nor ȝit na sillie Ratchis raif:
He sittis abone that seis all thing,
And of ane knicht can mak ane knaif.
Quhen thow art hiest with the King:
For than thow standis in greitest dout,
Be thow nocht gude of gouerning.
Put na pure tyke frome his steiding,
Nor ȝit na sillie Ratchis raif:
He sittis abone that seis all thing,
And of ane knicht can mak ane knaif.
Quhen I come steppand ben the flure,
All Rachis greit roume to me red;
I of na creature tuke cure,
Bot lay vpon the kingis bed,
With claith of gold thocht it wer spred.
For feir ilk freik wald stand on far;
With euerilk Dog I was so dred,
Thay trimblit quhen thay hard me nar.
All Rachis greit roume to me red;
I of na creature tuke cure,
Bot lay vpon the kingis bed,
With claith of gold thocht it wer spred.
For feir ilk freik wald stand on far;
With euerilk Dog I was so dred,
Thay trimblit quhen thay hard me nar.
Gude brother Bawte, beir the euin,
Thocht with thy Prince thow be potent.
It cryis ane vengeance from the heuin,
For till oppres ane Innocent.
In welth be than most vigilent,
And do na wrang to dog nor beiche,
As I haue, quhilk I now repent:
Na Messane reif, to mak the riche.
Thocht with thy Prince thow be potent.
It cryis ane vengeance from the heuin,
For till oppres ane Innocent.
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And do na wrang to dog nor beiche,
As I haue, quhilk I now repent:
Na Messane reif, to mak the riche.
Nor, for augmenting of thy boundis,
Ask no reward, schir, at the king,
Quhilk may do hurt to vther houndis,
Expres aganis Goddis bidding.
Chais na pure tyke frome his midding,
Throw cast of Court, or kingis requeist.
And of thy self presume no thing,
Except thow art ane brutall beist.
Ask no reward, schir, at the king,
Quhilk may do hurt to vther houndis,
Expres aganis Goddis bidding.
Chais na pure tyke frome his midding,
Throw cast of Court, or kingis requeist.
And of thy self presume no thing,
Except thow art ane brutall beist.
Traist weill thare is none oppressour,
Nor boucheour dog, drawer of blude,
Ane Tyrrane, nor ane transgressour,
That sall now of the King get gude,
Frome tyme furth that his Celsitude
Dois cleirlie knaw the verite,
Bot he is flemit, for to conclude,
Or hangit hich vpon ane tre.
Nor boucheour dog, drawer of blude,
Ane Tyrrane, nor ane transgressour,
That sall now of the King get gude,
Frome tyme furth that his Celsitude
Dois cleirlie knaw the verite,
Bot he is flemit, for to conclude,
Or hangit hich vpon ane tre.
Thocht ȝe be cuplit all to gidder
With silk, and swoulis of syluer fyne,
Ane dog may cum furth of Balquhidder,
And gar ȝow leid ane lawer tryne.
Than sal ȝour plesour turne in pyne,
Quhen ane strange hounter blawis his horne,
And all your treddingis gar ȝow tyne,
Than sall ȝour laubour be forlorne.
With silk, and swoulis of syluer fyne,
Ane dog may cum furth of Balquhidder,
And gar ȝow leid ane lawer tryne.
Than sal ȝour plesour turne in pyne,
Quhen ane strange hounter blawis his horne,
And all your treddingis gar ȝow tyne,
Than sall ȝour laubour be forlorne.
I say no more: gude freindis, adew,
In dreid we neuer meit agane.
That euer I kend the Court I rew;
Was neuer wycht so will of wane.
Lat no Dog now serue our Souerane,
Without he be of gude conditioun.
Be he peruerst, I tell ȝow plane,
He hes neid of ane gude Remissioun.
In dreid we neuer meit agane.
That euer I kend the Court I rew;
Was neuer wycht so will of wane.
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Without he be of gude conditioun.
Be he peruerst, I tell ȝow plane,
He hes neid of ane gude Remissioun.
That I am on this way mischeuit,
The Erle of Hountlie I may warie:
He kend I had bene weill releuit,
Quhen to the Court he gart me carie:
Wald God I war now in Pittarie.
Because I haue bene so euill dedie,
Adew, I dar no langer tarie,
In dreid I waif in till ane wyddie.
The Erle of Hountlie I may warie:
He kend I had bene weill releuit,
Quhen to the Court he gart me carie:
Wald God I war now in Pittarie.
Because I haue bene so euill dedie,
Adew, I dar no langer tarie,
In dreid I waif in till ane wyddie.
FINIS.
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