Na thar may na man fyr sa covyr Than low or rek sall it discovyr.
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It is richt facil and eith gait, I the tell,Forto discend and pas on down to hell:The blak gettis of Pluto, and that dirk way,Standis evir oppin and patent nycht and day;Bot tharfra to return agane on hyght,And heir abufe recovir this aris licht,That is difficil wark, thar lawbour lyis.
Gavin DouglasRyveris ran reid on spait with watir broune,And burnys hurlys all thar bankis doune.
Gavin DouglasWoddis, forrestis, with nakyt bewis blowt,Stude strippyt of thar weid in every howt.So bustuusly Boreas his bugill blew,The deyr full dern doun in the dalis drew;Smale byrdis, flokkand throu thik ronys thrang,In chyrmyng and with cheping changit thar sang,Sekand hidlis and hyrnys thame to hydeFra feirfull thuddis of the tempestuus tyde.
Gavin DouglasHe weren't no saint—but at jedgmentI'd run my chance with Jim.'Longside of some pious gentlemenThat wouldn't shook hands with him.He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing—And went for it thar and then;And Christ ain't a-going to be too hardOn a man that died for men.
john hayHe were n't no saint but at jedgment I'd run my chance with Jim. 'Longside of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing And went for it thar and then; And Christ ain't a-going to be too hard On a man that died for men.
john hayRyveris ran reid on spait with watir broune, And burnys hurlys all thar bankis doune.