One crow ſhall come, another ſhall go,
And drink the gentle blood ſo free,
When all theſe ferlies were away,
Then ſaw I none, but I and he:
Then to the beirn could I ſay,
Where dwells thou? or in what country:
Or who ſhall rule the Iſle Britain,
From the north to the ſouth ſea?
The French wife ſhall bear the ſon,
Shall rule all Britain to the ſea,
That of the Bruces blood ſhall come,
As near as the ninth degree.
I frained faſt, what was his name?
Whence that he came from what country:
In Eriſlingtown, I dwell at hame,
Thomas Rymer men call me.
The Prophecy of Waldhave.
UPON Lowdon Law alone as I lay,
Looking to the Lennox, as me lief thought,
The firſt morning of May, medicine to ſeek,
For malice and melody, that moved me fore.
I lyed down, and leaned me, and lifted well ſleep,
Upon the height of a hill where the voice bade.
And as I lyed down, and hielded mine eyes,
So hears I an horſe voice, and an hie cry,
That bade me Waldhave beware, and me well keep,
For fear of a wild beaſt, that his weird dries.
Therewith I ſtoniſh, and ſtood, and ſtart on my feet
And fained me on every ſide, as the voice bade.
Then I looked but let, lightly me frae.
And ſaw an hirſal on hie, of hares together,
An hundred I hope, well wholly there was:
Then of foxes, a flock fully five ſcore:
All following on a fierce beaſt that rudly them chas'd,
That was all wood through weird woeful to ſee.
Right ragged and rent, and riven in pieces:
A battle with baſtoun, he bare on his broad luſes,
Like a brimful beirn, battle to make.
He thought to effray, and them faſt preſſed,
