The poems (1902) | ||
26. Quod Scott quhen his wyfe left him.
To luve vnluvit it is ane pane,
For scho þat is my souerane,
Sum wantoun man so he hes set hir,
That I can get no lufe agane,
Bot brekis my hairt, & nocht the bettir.
For scho þat is my souerane,
Sum wantoun man so he hes set hir,
That I can get no lufe agane,
Bot brekis my hairt, & nocht the bettir.
Quhen þat I went with þat sweit may,
To dance, to sing, to sport and pley,
And oft tymes in my armis plet hir;
I do now mvrne both nycht & day,
And brekis my hairt, & nocht the bettir.
To dance, to sing, to sport and pley,
And oft tymes in my armis plet hir;
I do now mvrne both nycht & day,
And brekis my hairt, & nocht the bettir.
Quhair I wes wont to se hir go,
Rycht trymly passand to and fro,
With cumly smylis quhen þat I met hir;
And now I leif in pane & wo
And brekis [my hairt, & nocht the bettir].
Rycht trymly passand to and fro,
With cumly smylis quhen þat I met hir;
And now I leif in pane & wo
And brekis [my hairt, & nocht the bettir].
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Quhattane ane glaikit fule am I,
To slay my self with malancholy,
Sen weill I ken I may nocht get hir,
Or quhat suld be the caus, and quhy,
To brek [my hairt, and nocht the bettir].
To slay my self with malancholy,
Sen weill I ken I may nocht get hir,
Or quhat suld be the caus, and quhy,
To brek [my hairt, and nocht the bettir].
My hairt, sen thow may nocht hir pleiss,
Adew, as gude lufe cumis as gaiss,
Go chuss ane vdir, and forȝet hir;
God gif him dolour and diseiss,
That brekis thair hairt, and nocht the bettir.
Adew, as gude lufe cumis as gaiss,
Go chuss ane vdir, and forȝet hir;
God gif him dolour and diseiss,
That brekis thair hairt, and nocht the bettir.
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