Of James Dog [Madame, ye heff a dangerous dog]
The
wardraipper
of
Venus
boure,
To
giff
a
doublett
he
is
als
doure
As
it
war
of
ane
futt
syd
frog:
Madame,
ye
heff
a
dangerous
dog.
Quhen
that
I
schawe
to
him
your
markis,
He
turnis
to
me
again
and
barkis
As
he
war
wirriand
ane
hog:
Madame,
ye
heff
a
dangerous
dog.
Quhen
that
I
schawe
to
him
your
wrytin,
He
girnis
that
I
am
red
for
bytin
-
I
wald
he
had
ane
havye
clog:
Madame,
ye
heff
an
dangerous
dog.
Quhen
that
I
speik
till
him
freindlyk,
He
barkis
lyk
an
middling
tyk
War
chassand
cattell
throu
a
bog:
Madam,
ye
heff
a
dangerous
dog.
He
is
ane
mastive,
mekle
of
mycht,
To
keip
your
wardroippe
over
nycht
Fra
the
grytt
sowdan
Gog
Magog:
Madam,
ye
heff
a
dangerous
dog.
He
is
ouer
mekle
to
be
your
messan.
Madam,
I
red
you,
get
a
less
an.
His
gang
garris
all
your
chalmeris
schog.
Madam,
ye
heff
a
dangerous
dog.
58.
Of
the
Aforesaid
James
Dog
He
is
na
dog,
he
is
a
lam
O
gracious
Princes,
guid
and
fair,
Do
weill
to
James,
your
wardraipair,
Quhais
faythfull
bruder
maist
freind
I
am:
He
is
na
dog,
he
is
a
lam.
Thocht
I
in
ballet
did
with
him
bourde,
In
malice
spack
I
nevir
an
woord,
Bot
all,
my
dame,
to
do
you
gam:
He
is
na
dog,
he
is
a
lam.
Your
hienes
can
nocht
gett
ane
meter
To
keip
your
wardrope,
nor
discreter
To
rewle
your
robbis
and
dres
the
sam:
He
is
na
dog,
he
is
a
lam.
The
wyff
that
he
had
in
his
innis,
That
with
the
taingis
wald
braek
his
schinnis,
I
wald
schou
drownet
war
in
a
dam:
He
is
na
dog,
he
is
a
lam.
The
wyff
that
wald
him
kuckald
mak,
I
wald
schou
war,
bayth
syd
and
back,
Weill
batteret
with
ane
barrou
tram:
He
is
na
dog,
he
is
an
lam.
He
hes
sa
weill
doin
me
obey
In
till
all
thing,
thairfoir
I
pray
That
nevir
dolour
mak
him
dram:
He
is
na
dog,
he
is
a
lam.
