A Compendious Bulk of Godly Psalms and Spiritual Songs, Psalms and ballads · Part 75 – Part 78
REMEMBER man, remember man,
That I thy Saull from Sathan wan,
And hes done for the that I can
Thow art full deir to me.
Is, was nor sall be none
That may the saue, bot I alone,
Onlie thairfoir beleue me on
And thow sall neuer die,
Wolfis quhome of my Euangelistis wryte
And Paull and Peter did of dyte,
Allace hauehave ȝow dissauit quyte,
With fals Hy…ocrisir.
My new Testament plaine and gude,
For quhilk I sched my precious blude,
Ȝour only hope and Saullis fude
Thay hald for Herisie.
And hes set vp thair fals doctrine,
For Couetise, in steid of mine,
With fyre and sword defendis it fyne▪
Contrair my word and me.
The Antichrist is cummin but dout
And hes ȝow trappit round about
Furth of his gyrue thairfoir cum out
Gif ȝe wald sauit be.
His Pilgramage and Purgatorie
His worschipping of Imagerie
His Pardounis and fraternitie
With zeill and gude Intent
The quhisperit sinnis callit cir Confessioun
With his Preistis mummillit absolutioun
And mony vther fals abusioun
The Paip hes done Inuent.
With Messis sauld be Preist, and Freir.
For land and money wounderdeir,
Quhilk is the ground stane of thair queir,
And rute of all thair pryde,
His Pater nosteris, boche and sauld,
His numerat aueis, and Psalmes tauld,
Quhilk my new Testament, nor my auld.
On na wayis can abyde.
Thair half hag matines, fa… thay patter,
Thay geue ȝow breid, and sellis ȝow watter,
His cursing is on ȝow als thay clatter,
Thocht thay can … ȝow nocht,
GiueGive ȝe will geue thame Caip or Bell,
The clink thairof thay will ȝow sell,
Suppose the …aule suld ga to hell,
Ȝe get na thing vnbocht.
Thay sell ȝow als the Sacramentis …,
Thay micht hauehave maid aswe…ll …,
Few, or mony, od, or e…i…,
Ȝour pursis for to pyke,
Wald thay let bot twa vsit be
Of Baptisme, and of my bodie,
As thay war institute be me,
Men wald thame better lyke.
Mariage is ane blissit band,
Quhilk I gaue man in my command,
To keip▪ bot thay my word withstand,
Ane Sacrament it maid.
Unto thair vther Sacramentis fyue,
Our Saluatioun thay ascryue,
Fra my trew faith ȝow for to dryue,
In vaine to mak my deid.
Thair tryflis all ar maid be men,
Quhilk my Gospell did neuer ken,
My Law and my commandementis ten,
Thay hid from mennis eine.
My new Testament thay wald keip downe,
Quhilk suld be preichit fra towne to towne,
Cause it wald cut thair lang …aili… … ▪
And schaw thair lyues vnclene.
And now thay ar with dolour pynde,
And lyke to raige out of thair mynde,
Because fra thame ȝe ar declynde.
And will na lesingis heir.
Thairfoir thay mak sa greit vproir,
Contrair thy flock of Christis stoir,
Determit or thay will geue it ouer,
To fecht all into feir.
Bot hald ȝow at my Testament fast▪
And be na quhit of them agast
For I sall bring doun at the last,
Thair pryde and crueltie.
Than cleirly sall my word be schawin,
And all thair falset sall be knawin
That thay into all landis hauehave sawin
Be thair Idolatrie.
And ȝe sall leue in rest and peace,
Instructit with my word of grace
For I the Antichrist deface
Sall, and trew Preicheouris send
Repent ȝour sin with all ȝour hart,
And with trew faith to me conuert,
And heuinly gloir sall be ȝour part
With me to bruik but end.
We pray the Iesus Christ our Lord,
Conforme our lyues to thy word
That we may liue with ane accord
In perfite Charitie.
And forgiue vsus our sinfulnes,
And cleith vsus with thy Richteousnes
Of thy fauour and gentilnes
We pray the that so be.
FINIS.
THE Paip that Pagane full of pryde
He hes vsus blindit lang,
For quhair the blind the blind dois gyde,
Na wonder thay ga wrang:
Lyke Prince and King he led the King
Of all Iniquitie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix, vnderunder the grene. &c.
Bot his abhominatioun,
The Lord hes brocht to licht
His Popische pryde and thrinfald Crowne
A…aist hes loist thair micht.
His plak Pardounis ar bot Lardounis,
Of new found vanitie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Cardinallis hes caus to murne,
His Bischoppis borne aback:
His Abbottis gat ane vncouth turne
Quhen schauelingis went to sack,
With Burges wyfis thay led thair lyfis,
And fure better nor we,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
His Carmelites and Iacobinis,
His Dominiks had greit do
His Cordeleiris and Augustinis
Sanct Frances ordour to,
Thay sillie Freiris, mony ȝeiris,
With babling blerit our C,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The Si…eris gray, befoir this day,
Did crune within thair Cloister,
Thay feit ane Freir, thair kepis to beir,
The Feind ressaue the foster,
Syne in the mirk sa weill culd wirk
And kittill thame wantounlie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
The blind Bischop, he culd docht preiche,
For playing with the la…is,
The syllie Freir behuffit to fleiche,
For almous that he assis,
The Curat, his Creid, he culd nocht reid,
Schame fall the cumpanie,
Hay trix, try me go trix. &c.
The Bischop wald nocht wed ane wyfe
The Abbote not persew ane,
Think and it was ane lustie lyfe.
Ilk day to hauehave ane new ane.
In euerie place, ane vncouth face,
His lust to satisfie,
Hay trix tryme go trix, &c.
The Persoun wald nocht hauehave ane hure.
Bot twa, and thay war bony,
The Uicar (thocht he was pure,)
Behuiffit to hauehave als mony,
The Parcis Preist, that brutall beist,
He polit thame priuelie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Of Scotland well, the Freiris of Faill,
The lymmerie lang hes lestit.
The Monkis of Melros maid gude kaill,
On Fryday is quhen thay fastit,
The sillie Nunnis caist vp thair bunnis,
And heisit thair hippis on hie,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
Of lait I saw thir lymmar…s stand,
Lyke mad men at mischeif,
Thinking to get the vpper hand,
Thay luke efter releif,
Bot all in vaine, go tell thame plaine,
That day will neuer be,
Hay trix, tryme go trix. &c.
O Iesus gif thay thocht greit glie,
To se Goddis word downe smorit,
The Congregatioun maid to flie,
Hypocresie restorit,
With Messis sung, and bellis rung,
To thair Idolatrie.
Marie God thank ȝow, we sall gar brauk ȝow
Befoir that tyme trewlie.
FINIS.
SAY weill is, throuchlie a worthy gude thing
Of say weill, greit vertew furth dois spring,
Say weill, from do weill, differ is in leteer.
Say weill is gude, bot do weill is better.
Say weill is repute be man sum deale,
Bot do weill, onlie to God dois appeale,
Say weill sayis godlie, and dois mony please.
Bot do weill leuis godlie, & dois this warld ease
Say weill, mony vntounto Goddis word cleuis,
Bot for laik of do weill, it quicklie leuis,
Bot gif say weil, & do weill war ioynit in a frame
All war done, all war won, gottin war the game
Say weill, in danger of deith is cauld,
Do weill is harnest and woundrous bauld
Than say weill for feir sall trimbill and quaik
Do weill sall be Iocund and Ioly cheir mak.
Say weill is slipper and makis mony wylis
Do weill is semely without ony gylis
Quhen say weill at sum tymes salbe brocht base,
Do weill sall tryumphe in euerie place.
Say weill to silence sum tyme is bound
Do weill is fre in euerie stound,
Say weill hes freindis baith heir and thair
Bot do weill is welcum euerie quhair.
Say weill mony things in hand dois tak,
Do weill ane end of them dois mak
Quhen say weill with mony is quyte downe cast,
Do weill is trustie and will stand fast.
Say weill him self will sum tyme auance,
Bot do weill dois nouther Iet nor paunce,
Bot do weill do is profite this warld moir
Then say weill and his, ane hundreth scoir.
Say weill in wordis is wondrous trick,
Bot do weill in deidis is nymbill and quick
Lord quick and trick togidder knit
And sa sall thay pype ane mirrie fit.
Say weill mony will, thay be sa kynde,
Bot do weill few will vntounto thair freind:
May say weill▪ than do weill, I tell ȝow in deid,
Bot do weill is mair honest in tyme of neid.
FINIS.
KNAW ȝe not God Omnipotent
He creat man and maid him fre,
Quhill he brak his commandement
And eit of the forbiddin tre
Had not that blissit barne bene borne
Sin to redres,
Lowreis ȝour lyues had bene forlorne
For all ȝour Mes.
Sen we war all to Sin maid sure,
Throw Adamis Inobedience:
(Saif Christ) thair was na Creature,
Maid Sacrifice for our offence,
Thair is na Sanct may saue ȝour Saull
Fra ȝe transgres,
Suppois Sanct Peter and Sanct Paull
Had baith said Mes.
Knawing thair is na Christ bot ane
Quhilk rent was on the Rude with roddis:
Quhy giuegive ȝe gloir to stock and stane
In worschipping of vther Goddis,
Thir Idoles that on Alteris standis,
Ar fenȝeitnes,
Ȝe gat not God amang ȝour handis,
Mumling ȝour Mes.
And sen na Sanct ȝour Saull may saue,
Perchance ȝe will speir at me than:
How may the Paip thir Pardounis hauehave
With power baith of beist and man?
Throw nathing bot ane fenȝeit faith
For halynes.
Inuentit wayis to get thame graith,
Lyke as the Mes.
Of mariage ȝe maid ȝow quyte,
Thinking it thraldome to refraine:
Wanting of wyiffis is appetyte,
That curage micht incres againe.
Thay hony lippis ȝe did persew.
Grew gall I ges.
Thinking it was contritioun trew,
To dance ane Mes.
GiueGive God, was maid of bittis of breid,
Eit ȝe nocht ouklie sax or seuin,
As it had bene ane mortall feid,
Quhill ȝe had almaist heryit heuin,
Als nony Deuillis, ȝe man deuoir,
Quhill hell grow ies.
Or doutles we dar nocht restoir,
Ȝow to ȝour Mes.
GiueGive God be transubstantiall,
In breid with hoc est corpus meum,
Quhy war ȝe sa vnnaturall?
As tak him in ȝour teith and sla him,
Tripairtit and deuydit him.
At ȝour dum dres.
Bot God knawis how ȝe gydit him.
Mumling ȝour Mes.
Ȝe partit with dame pouertie,
Luke propertie to be ȝour wyfe:
Fra Charitie and Chastitie
With licharie ȝe led ȝour lyfe,
That raisit the mother of mischeif
Ȝour gredynes.
Beleuing ay to get releif
For saying Mes.
O wick it vaine Ueneriens.
Ȝe ar not Sanctis (th…cht ȝe seme haly)
Proude poysonit Epecuriens,
Quhilk had na God bot ȝour awin bellie,
Beleue ȝe Lownis the Lord allowis
Ȝour Idilnes:
Lang or the sweit cum ouir ȝour browis
For saying Mes.
Had not ȝour self begun the weiris,
Ȝour Stepillis had bene standand ȝet:
It was the flattering of ȝour Freiris
That euer gart Sanct Frantes flit,
Ȝe grew sa Superstitious
In wickitnes
It gart vsus grow Malitious,
Contrair ȝour Mes.
Our Bischoppis ar degenerate
Thocht thay be mountit vponupon Mulis:
With huredome clene effeminate
And Freiris oft tymes preuis fulis
For Dust…fit and Gob at euin.
Do sa Incres
Hes dreuin sum of them to teine
For all thair Mes.
Christ keip all faithfull Christianis
From peruerst pryde and Papistrie:
God grant thame trew Intelligens,
Of his law, word, and veritie,
God grant thay may thair lyfe amend,
Syne blis posses,
Throw faith on Christ all that depend,
And nocht on Mes,
Sen Mes is na thing ellis to say,
Bot ane wickit Inuencioun,
without authoritie, or stay,
Of Scripture or fundatioun,
GiueGive Kingis, wald Mes to Rome hence dryue,
With haistines,
Suld be the meane to hauehave belyue,
Ane end of mes.
FINIS.