My heartly service to you, my Lord, I recommend as I suld accord;there is ane ox into your pleugh - so mot he go - it is richt so -and he is waxed old eneugh - ye say the sooth - he has not a tooth;and he no langer may be drawn bot he be led - I dare say well;bot he was never half so thrawn, nor yet so acwart - but goeth backwart -now is he weak and wonder sweer (full sweer is he - I tak on me);out of ane house he may not stire; suppose ye brod him whill he die, doun a doun a doun a die.Yet better it war that some remeid were found in tym or he be dead, for causes,for sklenting of bawts and startling of other men's nowts;and I am wo your pleugh suld lie, and I might come and be nearbyto yoke another in his steid, to drug and draw whill he be dead,out of ane uncouth fair laysour, to do your Lordship more plesour,and if it be your proper will gar call your hyndis all you till:
Ginken and Wilken, Higgin and Habken, Hankin and Rankin, Robert and Colin,Nicol and Colin, Hector and Aiken, Martin Mawer, Sandie Sawer,Michael and Morice, False-lips Fergus,Reynaud and Guthrey, Symon and Jufrey, Orphus and Arthur,Allan, Morice, Dounie, Davie, Robert, Richard, Philpie Foster and Mackay Miller, Ruffie Tasker and his marrows all, Straboots, Tarboys and Ganzel,all that hes most domination and pastorie of your comon,before you ane and ane present, and thereto show them your intent, hey doun a doun a doun.
Speir at them all if they will be, require them all if they will beappleasit for to mell with me, and mak me als so fast and sicker, as I were bound ev'n with ane wicker, for to deliver me be the heid;the old ox Trip-free he be dead.
Then sall I come be robles c****, and bring with me my fair fresh ox,with all that belongs to the pleugh: soms of iron stark eneugh,the cowter and the pleugh-head, sok sheet and mowdie bread,rack, rest, and the gluts and the slee band,the missel and the pleugh-bowl, the pleugh-staff, the pleugh-shoon,the mell and the stilt and the beam and the heel-wedge,the chock, the yoke, the ring, the sling, mine oxen bolls is wreathed and pind; this whole year saw no sun nor wind;the gadwand is both light and sharp to brod his belly while he start, hey!
Now in the rood name call about, our pleugh so graits with a shout, and a brod,brod about Haken, wind about Brandie, call the broun Humly,Trowbelly, Chowbullock, Whytehorn, Grayhorn and Cromack,wind Marrowgaire (wind about hey!); brod futt the further - I sall brod him whill he rair, the rid stot and the dun;wynd about again sune, wind narrow - hold, draw him forth in the Rood's name -not ane of them for sic draught.In all Scotland is there sic aught, and if ye please this pleugh of mine,tell me shortly into time, or I contract and hired be with others that desires me;not else but the Trinitie conserve you into Charitie. Amen.
Ginken and Wilken, Higgin and Habken, Hankin and Rankin, Robert and Colin,Nicol and Colin, Hector and Aiken, Martin Mawer, Sandie Sawer,Michael and Morice, False-lips Fergus,Reynaud and Guthrey, Symon and Jufrey, Orphus and Arthur,Allan, Morice, Dounie, Davie, Robert, Richard, Philpie Foster and Mackay Miller, Ruffie Tasker and his marrows all, Straboots, Tarboys and Ganzel,all that hes most domination and pastorie of your comon,before you ane and ane present, and thereto show them your intent, hey doun a doun a doun.
Speir at them all if they will be, require them all if they will beappleasit for to mell with me, and mak me als so fast and sicker, as I were bound ev'n with ane wicker, for to deliver me be the heid;the old ox Trip-free he be dead.
Then sall I come be robles c****, and bring with me my fair fresh ox,with all that belongs to the pleugh: soms of iron stark eneugh,the cowter and the pleugh-head, sok sheet and mowdie bread,rack, rest, and the gluts and the slee band,the missel and the pleugh-bowl, the pleugh-staff, the pleugh-shoon,the mell and the stilt and the beam and the heel-wedge,the chock, the yoke, the ring, the sling, mine oxen bolls is wreathed and pind; this whole year saw no sun nor wind;the gadwand is both light and sharp to brod his belly while he start, hey!
Now in the rood name call about, our pleugh so graits with a shout, and a brod,brod about Haken, wind about Brandie, call the broun Humly,Trowbelly, Chowbullock, Whytehorn, Grayhorn and Cromack,wind Marrowgaire (wind about hey!); brod futt the further - I sall brod him whill he rair, the rid stot and the dun;wynd about again sune, wind narrow - hold, draw him forth in the Rood's name -not ane of them for sic draught.In all Scotland is there sic aught, and if ye please this pleugh of mine,tell me shortly into time, or I contract and hired be with others that desires me;not else but the Trinitie conserve you into Charitie. Amen.