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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Bludy Serk</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THIS hinder yeir I hard be tald <br> Thair was a worthy King; <br>Dukis, Erlis, and Barronis bald, <br> He had at his bidding. <br>The Lord was ancean and ald, <br> And sexty yeiris cowth ring; <br>He had a dochter fair to fald, <br> A lusty Lady ying. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Off all fairheid scho bur the flour, <br> And eik hir faderis air; <br>Off lusty laitis and he honour, <br> Meik bot and debonair: <br>Scho wynnit in a bigly bour, <br> On fold wes nane so fair, <br>Princis luvit hir paramour <br> In cuntreis our allquhair. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thair dwelt a lyt besyde the King <br> A foull Gyand of ane; <br>Stollin he has the Lady ying, <br> Away with hir is gane, <br>And kest her in his dungering <br> Quhair licht scho micht se nane; <br>Hungir and cauld and grit thristing <br> Scho fand into hir waine. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He wes the laithliest on to luk <br> That on the grund mycht gang: <br>His nailis wes lyk ane hellis cruk, <br> Thairwith fyve quarteris lang; <br>Thair wes nane that he ourtuk, <br> In rycht or yit in wrang, <br>Bot all in schondir he thame schuk, <br> The Gyand wes so strang. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He held the Lady day and nycht <br> Within his deip dungeoun, <br>He wald nocht gif of hir a sicht <br> For gold nor yit ransoun-- <br>Bot gif the King mycht get a knycht, <br> To fecht with his persoun, <br>To fecht with him beth day and nycht, <br> Quhill ane wer dungin doun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The King gart seik baith fer and neir, <br> Beth be se and land, <br>Off ony knycht gif he mycht heir <br> Wald fecht with that Gyand: <br>A worthy Prince, that had no peir, <br> Hes tane the deid on hand <br>For the luve of the Lady cleir, <br> And held full trew cunnand. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Prince come prowdly to the toun <br> Of that Gyand to heir, <br>And fawcht with him, his awin persoun, <br> And tuke him presoneir, <br>And kest him in his awin dungeoun <br> Allane withouten feir, <br>With hungir, cauld, and confusioun, <br> As full weill worthy weir. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Syne brak the bour, had hame the bricht <br> Unto her fadir fre. <br>Sa evill wondit wes the Knycht <br> That he behuvit to de; <br>Unlusum was his likame dicht, <br> His sark was all bludy; <br>In all the world was thair a wicht <br> So peteouss for to se? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lady murnyt and maid grit mane, <br> With all her mekill mycht-- <br>'I luvit nevir lufe bot ane, <br> That dulfully now is dicht; <br>God sen my lyfe were fra me tane <br> Or I had seen yone sicht, <br>Or ellis in begging evir to gane <br> Furth with yone curtass knycht.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said 'Fair lady, now mone I <br> De, trestly ye me trow; <br>Take ye my serk that is bludy, <br> And hing it forrow yow; <br>First think on it, and syne on me, <br> Quhen men cumis yow to wow.' <br>The Lady said 'Be Mary fre, <br> Thairto I mak a vow.' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quhen that scho lukit to the sark <br> Scho thocht on the persoun, <br>And prayit for him with all hir hart <br> That lowsit hir of bandoun, <br>Quhair scho was wont to sit full merk <br> Into that deip dungeoun; <br>And evir quhill scho wes in quert, <br> That was hir a lessoun. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sa weill the Lady luvit the Knycht <br> That no man wald scho tak: <br>Sa suld we do our God of micht <br> That did all for us mak; <br>Quhilk fullily to deid was dicht, <br> For sinfull manis sak, <br>Sa suld we do beth day and nycht, <br> With prayaris to him mak. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">This King is lyk the Trinitie, <br> Baith in hevin and heir; <br>The manis saule to the Lady, <br> The Gyand to Lucefeir, <br>The Knycht to Chryst, that deit on tre <br> And coft our synnis deir; <br>The pit to Hele with panis fell, <br> The Syn to the woweir. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lady was wowd, but scho said nay <br> With men that wald hir wed; <br>Sa suld we wryth all sin away <br> That in our breist is bred. <br>I pray to Jesu Chryst verray, <br> For ws his blud that bled, <br>To be our help on domisday <br> Quhair lawis ar straitly led. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The saule is Godis dochtir deir, <br> And eik his handewerk, <br>That was betrayit with Lucefeir, <br> Quha sittis in hell full merk: <br>Borrowit with Chrystis angell cleir, <br> Hend men, will ye nocht herk? <br>And for his lufe that bocht us deir <br> Think on the BLUDY SERK!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Henryson">Robert Henryson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507274" data-title="The Bludy Serk de Robert Henryson" data-description="THIS hinder yeir I hard be tald Thair was a worthy King; Dukis, Erlis, and Barronis bald, He had at his bidding. 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