The complaint of cresseid
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O sop of sorrow, sonkin into cair:
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O catiue cresseid, for now and euer mair,
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Gane is thy ioy and all thy mirth in eird,
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Of all blyithnes now art thow blaiknit bair.
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Thair is na salue may saif the of thy sair,
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Fell is thy fortoun, wickit is thy weird:
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Thy blys is baneist, and thy baill on breird,
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Vnder the eirth, god gif i grauin wer:
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Quhair nane of grece nor zit of troy micht heird
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