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20. [Thocht I in grit distress.]
Thocht I in grit distress
Suld de in to dispair,
I can get no redress
Of ȝow my lady fair,
Howbeid my tyme I wair
Alhaill in ȝour scherwyce,
Ȝe compt nocht of my cair,
I fynd ȝow ay so nyce.
Suld de in to dispair,
I can get no redress
Of ȝow my lady fair,
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Alhaill in ȝour scherwyce,
Ȝe compt nocht of my cair,
I fynd ȝow ay so nyce.
It dois ȝow ay delyt
To wit me in distress.
Sic is ȝour haill dispyt
And grit vnfathfulness;
The mair I do me dress
To be at ȝour devyce,
My guerdoun is the less
I find ȝow ay so nyss.
To wit me in distress.
Sic is ȝour haill dispyt
And grit vnfathfulness;
The mair I do me dress
To be at ȝour devyce,
My guerdoun is the less
I find ȝow ay so nyss.
Ay tresting for to speid
I haif my hairt ourset,
Quhair þat I fynd bot feid
My langour for to lett;
I seik the watter hett
In vndir the cauld yce,
Quhair na regaird I gett
I fynd ȝow ay so nyss.
I haif my hairt ourset,
Quhair þat I fynd bot feid
My langour for to lett;
I seik the watter hett
In vndir the cauld yce,
Quhair na regaird I gett
I fynd ȝow ay so nyss.
Belevand ay for grace
I hald my hairt on loft,
Bot now I say, allace
That evir I it socht!
I fynd ȝour fenȝeit thocht
Vncertane as þe dyce,
Thairfoir I compt it nocht
I fynd ȝow ay so nyce.
I hald my hairt on loft,
Bot now I say, allace
That evir I it socht!
I fynd ȝour fenȝeit thocht
Vncertane as þe dyce,
Thairfoir I compt it nocht
I fynd ȝow ay so nyce.
Lang tyme ȝe haif me pruffit
And evir fund me trew,
Bot now that I haif luvit
Rycht sair I may it rew.
First quhen I did persew,
I wont ȝe had bene wyss,
Bot now fairweill, adew!
I find ȝow ay so nyss.
And evir fund me trew,
Bot now that I haif luvit
Rycht sair I may it rew.
First quhen I did persew,
I wont ȝe had bene wyss,
Bot now fairweill, adew!
I find ȝow ay so nyss.
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