Classic Poem

Sick ane mirthles music thes menstrallis did mak,
That cattell keist capriellis behind with thair heillis;
Bot littill tent to the toune to tune leit thame tak.
Bot rameist ran reid-wood and raveld the reill is .
Fra the cummeris thame knew they come with a crak,
To conjure the undoche, with clewis and creillis;
All the boundis thairabout grew bleknit and blak:
For the din of that daiblet raisit the devillis.
To coniure with a clap, fra caves they came far;
And for godbarne gift they gave,
To teich that theif to steill and rave;
Bot ay the langer that it live
The warld be the war.