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OF THE WYNNING OF CALICE.
Rejoyce, Hendrie, maist Christiane King of France!
Rejoyce, all peopill of that regioune!
That hes with manheid, and be ane happy chance,
Be thy Leiftennent trew, of grit renowne,
The Duik of Guiss, recoverit Calice towne;
The quhilk hes bein, twa hundreth yeirs bygaine,
Into the handis of Inglische natioune;
Quha never thocht be force it micht be tain.
Rejoyce, all peopill of that regioune!
That hes with manheid, and be ane happy chance,
Be thy Leiftennent trew, of grit renowne,
The Duik of Guiss, recoverit Calice towne;
The quhilk hes bein, twa hundreth yeirs bygaine,
Into the handis of Inglische natioune;
Quha never thocht be force it micht be tain.
But we may sé that mennis judgement
Is all bot vaine, quhen God pleisis to schaw
His michtie power; quha is omnipotent;
For quhen he pleasis, he gars princes knaw
That it is he alane quha rewlis aw;
And mannis help is all bot vanitie:
Think that it wes his hand that brak the waw;
Thairfoir give gloir to him eternallie.
Is all bot vaine, quhen God pleisis to schaw
His michtie power; quha is omnipotent;
For quhen he pleasis, he gars princes knaw
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And mannis help is all bot vanitie:
Think that it wes his hand that brak the waw;
Thairfoir give gloir to him eternallie.
Sa hie ane purpois for to tak in hand,
Quha gaive that Prince sa great audacitie?
To seige that towne, that sa stranglie did stand?
And quha gaive him sic substance and supplie?
And quha gaive him the end and victorie?
Quha bot great God, the guydar of all thingis?
That, quhen he pleasis, can princes magnifie;
And for thair sinnis translait realmes and kingis.
Quha gaive that Prince sa great audacitie?
To seige that towne, that sa stranglie did stand?
And quha gaive him sic substance and supplie?
And quha gaive him the end and victorie?
Quha bot great God, the guydar of all thingis?
That, quhen he pleasis, can princes magnifie;
And for thair sinnis translait realmes and kingis.
That nobill King wes greatlie till advance,
Quho, efter that his captaines of renoune
Had tynt ane feild, be hazard and mischance,
Yet tynt na curage for that misfortoune:
Bot, lyk ane michtie valiant campioun,
Be his Leiftennent, and nobill men of weir,
Tuik upon hand to seige that strongest toun,
Into the deadest tyme of all the yeir.
Quho, efter that his captaines of renoune
Had tynt ane feild, be hazard and mischance,
Yet tynt na curage for that misfortoune:
Bot, lyk ane michtie valiant campioun,
Be his Leiftennent, and nobill men of weir,
Tuik upon hand to seige that strongest toun,
Into the deadest tyme of all the yeir.
Thairfoir, ye all that ar of Scottis bluide,
Be blyth, rejoyce for the recovering
Of that strang toun; and of the fortoune gude
Of your maist tendir freind that nobill King;
Quhilk ay wes kynd in help and supporting
Of yow, be men, and mony copious;
And in his hand hes instantlie the thing
To yow, Scottis, that is maist precious.
Be blyth, rejoyce for the recovering
Of that strang toun; and of the fortoune gude
Of your maist tendir freind that nobill King;
Quhilk ay wes kynd in help and supporting
Of yow, be men, and mony copious;
And in his hand hes instantlie the thing
To yow, Scottis, that is maist precious.
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Sen ye love God in thingis outwardlie,
In fyris, and processiouns generall;
Sua, in your hairtis, love him inwardlie;
Amend your lyfis; repent your sinnis all:
Do equaill ressoune, baith to grit and small;
And everie man do his vocatioune;
Than God sall grant yow, quhen ye on him call,
Of your fayis the dominatioune.
In fyris, and processiouns generall;
Sua, in your hairtis, love him inwardlie;
Amend your lyfis; repent your sinnis all:
Do equaill ressoune, baith to grit and small;
And everie man do his vocatioune;
Than God sall grant yow, quhen ye on him call,
Of your fayis the dominatioune.
Sen God in the begynning of this yeir,
Unto that king sa gude fortoune hes send;
We pray to Him sic grace to grant us heir,
That we get Berwick our Merches for to mend;
Quhilk, gif we get, our Bordoures may defend
Againes Ingland, with His helpe and supplie;
And than I wald the weiris had ane end;
And we to leif in peace, and unitie.
Unto that king sa gude fortoune hes send;
We pray to Him sic grace to grant us heir,
That we get Berwick our Merches for to mend;
Quhilk, gif we get, our Bordoures may defend
Againes Ingland, with His helpe and supplie;
And than I wald the weiris had ane end;
And we to leif in peace, and unitie.
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