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The Original Chronicle of Andrew of Wyntoun

printed on parallel pages from the Cottonian and Wemyss mss., with the variants of the other texts: Edited with introduction, notes, and glossary by F. J. Amours

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A thousand thre hundreth xxx. and nyne
Fra lichtare wes þe suete Virgyne,
The Stewart þan of Scotland
Wes, as I said ȝow, luftennand
Throu out all Scotland to þe king.
He maid a generall gadering
Off all þat euer mycht wappinnis weild,
Or worthy ware to fecht in feild;
For he with all forss maid him boune
For till assege Sanct Iohnestoun.
The Erll William of Ross come þare,
With noble men þat worthy ware;
Erll Patrik als is þidder gane
With mony gud men of Louthiane;
Moriss of Murray, þat Cliddisdaill
Had þare in his leding haill,
Schire William of Keth of þe Galstoun,
With mony oþer of hie renovne.
In þis tyme William of Dowglass
Out of France hame cummyn was;
And with him Franche squyeris twa
He brocht hame, and þe tane of þai
Was hattyne Galeos de la Hewis,
The toþer wes hattin Iohne þe Bruyss.

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In Cowperis Castell ȝit þan was
Schire William; bot þe Douglas
Sa tretit him þat he it ȝald,
And maid syne aith þarto till hald
The Scottis fay in all his lif.
Syne come baith to þe sege belif;
Than all þe lordis þat were þare
Off his hame come recomfort ware.
And, for Dowglas wes douchty man,
The wargit has lugit þan
In þe South Inche; and Erll Patrik,
And þe mast part of þe kinrik,
Were als in þat South Inche lyand.
The Erll of Ross on þe toþer hand
At þe Blak Freris had his herbery,
With him a gret stout cumpany.
And, or þe toune sa assegeit was,
William had purchest of Dowglas
A sturdy revere on þe se,
Hew Pyle, and five schippis had he,
To ly in to þe wattir of Tay,
That nane Inglis suld þare away
For to beire tythandis in Ingland,
Na ȝit bring wittalis of þat land.
A lang tyme at þe sege þai lay.
The Scottis held mercat ilka day,
And wittaill come in gret foisoun.
Quhill þai were lyand at þat toune,

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Thare wes ofttymes bikkering,
Quhare þare wes fell and neire schuting.
Thare throu þar deit twa Scottis squieris,
As þai were gouernand þar archeris,
Allane Boid and Iohne of Striuelyne.
William of Dowglas wes syne
Schot wiþ a springald throu þe the;
Bot neuer þe quheþer ȝit þan he
Contenit him full manfully
Ay till þe sege þare couþ ly.
And Dauid þe Berclay, þat wes þan
Within þe toune as Inglisman,
Askit of Iohne þe Bruss iusting
Off weire, and he without gruching
Deliuerit him of coursis thre.
Faire haill iustyng þare men mycht se
Bot of þaim hurt wes nane, þai say.
And in þe tyme þat þai þus lay,
A gret eclipss wes of þe sone;
Forthy fele folk, þat wes nocht wone,
Abaisit of þat sicht þan ware,
To se sic want as þai saw þare.
Bot had þai knawin þe courss all,
That gerris sic eclipss fall,
Thai suld haif had nane abaising.
For eclipsis is nane oþer thing
Bot quhen þe mone, at rynnis neire
Till ws þan dois þe sone be fer,

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And hapnis evin to cum betuene
Oure sicht and þe sone so schene,
Than lettis ws þe sone to se
In till als mekle quantite,
As it passis betuix oure sicht,
And þe sone it lettis ws of licht.
For þe sone is all tyme but weire
In þe self baith brycht and cleire.