Poem by Alexander Montgomerie

Sonnet 68. Ladyland to Eyech. Montg

Sir Icarus, jour sonet I haiv sene,
Nocht ignorant vhose bolt that bag come fro.
Je lent jour name to feght against jour frene,
Till one durst neuir avou him self my fo.

I mak a vou — and I heir ony mo
Such campillmuts, je better hold jou still.
Je crak so crouse, I ken, becaus je’r tuo ;
Bot I am dour, and dou not want my will.

Grou I campstarie, it may drau to ill ;
Thairfore it's good in tyme that we wer shed.
My Bee's aloft, and daggit full of skill :
It getts corne drink, sen Grissall toke the bed.

Come on, good gossopis ; let vs not discord ;
With Johne and George je must convoy my Lord.

1. The Cherrie and the Slae
2. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
3. Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I
4. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
5. Sonnet 6. To M. P. Galloway

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