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THE BLUDY SEEK.
Sa weill the lady luvit the knycht,
That no man wald scho tak : *•
Sa suld we do our God of micht
That did all for us mak; Quhilk fullely to deid was dicht,
For sinfull manis saik; Sa suld we do both day and nycht, ss
With prayaris to him mak.
This king is lyk the trinitie,
Baith in hevin and heir: The manis saule to the lady,
The gyane to Lucefeir: 100
The knycht to Chryst, that deit on tre,
And coft our synnis deir: The pit to hell, with panis fell,
The syn to the woweir.
The lady was wowd, but scho said nay, «w
With men that wald hir wed; Sa suld we wryth all syn away,
That in our breistis bred. I pray to Jesu Chryst yerrey
For us his blud that bled, 110
To be our help on domysday,
Quhair lawis ar straitly led.
The saule is Godis dochtir deir,
And eik his handewerk, That was betrasit with Lucifeir, us
Quha sittis in hell full merk.