Of a Black Moor [My ladye with the mekle lippis]
Lang
heff
I
maed
of
ladyes
quhytt,
Nou
of
an
blak
I
will
indytt
That
landet
furth
of
the
last
schippis.
Quhou
fain
wald
I
descryve
perfytt
My
ladye
with
the
mekle
lippis.
Quhou
schou
is
tute
mowitt
lyk
an
aep,
And
lyk
a
gangarall
onto
graep,
And
quhou
hir
schort
catt
nois
up
skippis,
And
quhou
schou
schynes
lyk
ony
saep,
My
ladye
with
the
mekle
lippis.
Quhen
schou
is
claid
in
reche
apparrall,
Schou
blinkis
als
brycht
as
an
tar
barrell.
Quhen
schou
was
born
the
son
tholit
clippis,
The
nycht
be
fain
faucht
in
hir
querrell—
My
ladye
with
the
mekle
lippis.
Quhai
for
hir
saek
with
speir
and
scheld
Preiffis
maest
mychtellye
in
the
feld,
Sall
kis
and
withe
hir
go
in
grippis,
And
fra
thyne
furth
hir
luff
sall
weld—
My
ladye
with
the
mekle
lippis.
And
quhai
in
fedle
receaves
schaem
And
tynis
thair
his
knychtlie
naem,
Sall
cum
behind
and
kis
hir
hippis
And
nevir
to
uther
confort
claem,
My
ladye
with
the
mekle
lippis.