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The tod wes reid the lame wes quhyte
Scho wes ane morsall of delyte
He lovit na ƺowis auld twch and sklender
Becaus this lame wes ƺung and tender
He ran vpoun hir wt a race
And scho schup nevir for till defend hir
And thiſs etc.
He grippit hir abowt the west
and handlit hir as he had hest
This Innocent that nevir trespast
Tuke hert that scho wes handlit fast
And lute him kiſs hir lusty face
His girnand gamis hir not agast
And þat etc.
He held him till hir be the hals
And spak full fair thot he wes falſs
Syne said and swoir to hir be god
That he suld not twich hir prenecod
The silly thing trowd him allace
The lame gaif creddence to the tod
And þat etc.
I will no lesingis put in verſs
Lyk as thir Iangleris dois reherſs
Bot be quhat maner thay war mard
Quhen licht wes owt and durris wes bard
I wait not gif he gaif hir grace
Bot all the hollis wes stoppit hard
And þat etc.
Quhen men dois fleit in Ioy maist far
Sone cumis wo or thay be war
quhen carpand wer thir two most crowſs
The wolf he ombesett the houſs
Vpoun the tod to mak ane chace
The lamb than cheipit lyk a mowſs
And þat etc.
Throw hiddowis ƺowling of the wowf
This wylie tod plat doun on growf
And in the silly lambis skin
he crap als far as he micht win
and hid him thair ane weill lang space
The ƺowis besyd thay maid na din
And etc.
Quhen of the tod wes hard no peip
The wowf went 1 all had bene on sleip
And quhill the tod had strikkin ten
The wowf hes drest him to his den
protestand for þe secound place
And this report I wt my pen
How at Dumfermling 2 fell the cace
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