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THE EVILLIS OF NEW-FOUND LAWIS.
Lord God how lang will this law lest,
Be quhilk some trew men ar opprest;
Of houssis and landis dispossest,
Without ane caus;
Som sair ar drest,
Som sair molest,
Be new fund lawis.
Be quhilk some trew men ar opprest;
Of houssis and landis dispossest,
Without ane caus;
Som sair ar drest,
Som sair molest,
Be new fund lawis.
For laik of justice som gettis wrang,
And som be traitouris tyrrannis strang;
Som in the cessioune lyis our lang,
And hulie speidis;
Sair is the sang
Puire folkis amang,
That justice neidis.
And som be traitouris tyrrannis strang;
Som in the cessioune lyis our lang,
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Sair is the sang
Puire folkis amang,
That justice neidis.
Be mein of court som gettis land,
Thinking that conqueis ay sall stand;
Thocht courtis hes bein changeand,
As dois the moone;
That som haiveand
Ane wark in hand,
And leif it soone.
Thinking that conqueis ay sall stand;
Thocht courtis hes bein changeand,
As dois the moone;
That som haiveand
Ane wark in hand,
And leif it soone.
Think ye that ar sa proud oppressouris,
Thocht ye in court haive intercessouris,
That God will thoill sa great transgressouris
Unpunischit be,
For Godis disgressouris
And wrang possessouris
Repent sall ye.
Thocht ye in court haive intercessouris,
That God will thoill sa great transgressouris
Unpunischit be,
For Godis disgressouris
And wrang possessouris
Repent sall ye.
In haist I counsall yow thairfoir,
All gottin wrangouslie restore,
Or ye sall not come to the gloir
Of heavenis impire;
Bot ever moir,
Tormented soir,
In hellis fyre.
All gottin wrangouslie restore,
Or ye sall not come to the gloir
Of heavenis impire;
Bot ever moir,
Tormented soir,
In hellis fyre.
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Lord punische thame that ay pretendit
For to do wrang, or to defend it,
In haist let tham be apprehendit,
And thoill the law;
Or gar thame mend it,
Quhom thay offendit
In deid or saw.
For to do wrang, or to defend it,
In haist let tham be apprehendit,
And thoill the law;
Or gar thame mend it,
Quhom thay offendit
In deid or saw.
And ye that hes the law to leid,
Without favour, freindschip, or feid,
Ay forder justice to proceid
Indifferentlie;
Your proces speid,
Help thame hes neid,
Quhat ever thay be.
Without favour, freindschip, or feid,
Ay forder justice to proceid
Indifferentlie;
Your proces speid,
Help thame hes neid,
Quhat ever thay be.
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