In thay wickit wedderis thair wist nane to dwell.
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Amang thay myrk Montanis sa madlie thay mer,
Be it was pryme of the day,
Sa wonder hard fure thay
That ilk ane tuik ane seir way,
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And sperpellit full fer.
III.
☞ Ithand wedderis of the eist draif on sa fast,
It all to-blaisterit and blew that thairin baid.
Be thay disseuerit sindrie, midmorne was past;
Thair wist na Knicht of the Court quhat way the King raid.
He saw thair was na better bot God at the last,
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His steid aganis the storme staluartlie straid;
He Cachit fra the Court, sic was his awin cast,
Quhair na body was him about be fiue mylis braid.
In thay Montanis, I-wis, he wox all will,
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In wickit wedderis and wicht,
Amang thay Montanis on hicht;
Be that it drew to the nicht,
The King lykit ill.
IV.
Euill lykand was the King it nichtit him sa lait,
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And he na harberie had for his behufe;
Sa come thair ane cant Carll chachand the gait,
With ane Capill and twa Creillis cuplit abufe.
The King carpit to the Carll withoutin debait:
"Schir, tell me thy richt name, for the Rude lufe?"
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He sayis: "Men callis me Rauf Coilȝear, as I weill wait;
I leid my life in this land with mekle vnrufe,
Baith tyde and tyme in all my trauale;
Hine ouir seuin mylis I dwell,
And leidis Coilis to sell;
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Sen thow speiris, I the tell
All the suith hale."
