Classic Poem

" Wo worth, " quod the weirdis " the wicht is that the e wrocht!
Threidbair be thair thrift as thow art wanthrevin!
Als hard be thair hansell that helpis the e ocht!
The rottin rim of thy womb with ruikis salbe revin;
All boundis whair thou byddis to baill salbe brocht;
Thy gall and thy guissorne to the glaidis salbe gevin;
Ay schort be thy sollace; with schame be socht:
In hell mot thow haunt and hyd the from heavin;
And ay as thow growis auld, so eik in anger,
To live with lymmeris and outlawis
With hurcheonis, aittand hipis and hawis;
Bot when thou cumes whair the cok crawis,
Tarie no langer.