Classic Poem

1

I thocht lang quhill sum lord come hame,
Fra quhom faine kyndnes I wald clame.
His name of confort I will declair:
Welcome, my awin lord thesaurair!

2

Befoir all rink of this regioun,
Vnder our roy of most renoun,
Of all my mycht, thocht it war mair,
Welcom, my awin lord thesaurair!

3

Your nobill payment I did assay,
And ye hecht sone, without delay,
Againe in Edinburgh till repair:
Welcom, my awin lord thesaurair!

4

Ye keipit tryst so winder weill,
I hald yow trew as ony steill.
Neidis nane your payment till dispair.
Welcom, my awin lord thesaurair!

5

Yett in a pairt I was agast,
Or ye the narrest way had past
Fra toun of Stirling to the air.
Welcom, my awin lord thesaurair!

6

Thane had my dyt beine all in duill,
Had I my wage wantit quhill Yuill,
Quhair now I sing with heart onsair,
Welcum, my awin lord thesaurair!

7

Welcum, my benefice and my rent,
And all the lyflett to me lent,
Welcum, my pensioun most preclair!
Welcum, my awin lord thesaurair!

8

Welcum als heartlie as I can,
My awin dear maister, to your man
And to your seruand singulair!
Welcum, my awin lord thesaurair!