Sonnet 69. The Old Maister To my old Maister, and his jong disciple ; Tua bairnis of Beath, by Natur taught to tipple *. The Lesbian Lad, that weirs the wodbind w[reath,] With Ceres and Cylenus, gled jour ging. Be blyth, Kilbvrnie, with the Bairns of Be[ath ;] And let Lochwinnoch Lordie lead jour ri[ng.] Be mirrie men ; feir God, and serve the K[ing ;] And cair not by Dame Fortuns fead a fl[ea ;] Syne, welcome hame, suete Semple, sie je [sing ;] Gut ouer, and let the wind shute in the [sea.] I, Richie, Jane, and George are lyk to [dee ;] Four crabit crippilis crackand in our crouch. Sen I am trensh-man for the other thri[e,] Let drunken Pancrage drink to me in D[utch.] Scol frie, al out, albeit that I suld brist Ih wachts, hale beir, fan hairts and nych [sum] drist. |
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