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Poem by William Dunbar
Sir Thomas Norny
Now lythis of ane gentill knycht, Schir Thomas Norny, wys and wycht And full of chevelry, Quhais father was ane giand keyne, His mother was ane farie queyne, Gottin be sossery. Ane fairar knycht nor he was ane On ground may nothair ryd nor gane, Na beire buklar nor brand; Or comin in this court, but dreid, He did full mony valyeant deid In Rois and Murray land. Full mony catherein hes he chaist, And cummerid mony Helland gaist Amang thay dully glennis. Of the Glen Quhettane twenti scoir He drawe as oxin him befoir - This deid thocht na man kennis. At feastis and brydallis upaland He wan the gre and the garland, Dansit non so on deis. He hes att werslings bein ane hunder, Yet lay his body never at under - He knawis giff this be leis. Was never wyld Robein under bewch Nor yet Roger of Clekniskleuch So bauld a berne as he; Gy of Gysburne, na Allan Bell, Na Simonis sonnes of Quhynfell At schot war never so slie. This anterous knycht, quharever he went, At justing and at tornament Evermor he wan the gre; Was never of halff so gryt renowne Schir Bevis the knycht of Southe Hamptowne - I schrew him giff I le. Thairfoir Quenetyne was bot a lurdane That callid him ane full plum jurdane, This wyse and worthie knycht. He callit him fowlar than a full, He said he was ane licherous bull That croynd baith day and nycht. He wald heff maid him Curris kneff. I pray God better his honour saiff Na to be lychtleit sua. Yet this far furth I dar him prais: He fyld never sadell in his dais, And Curry befyld twa. Quhairfoir ever at Pesche and Yull I cry him lord of evere full That in this regeone dwellis; And verralie that war gryt rycht, For of ane hy renowned knycht, He wantis nothing bot bellis.
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