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ROBENE AND MAKYNE,
ROBENE sat on gud grene hill',
Nathing of lufe I knaw?;
I, 1 Robene sat on a good green hill.2 Keeping a fock of cattle.—3 Merry Makyne said to him. Rotene, take pity ou me-5 I have loved thee openly and secretly._6 These years two or three.-_7 My sorrow, in secret, unless thou share.— Undoubtedly I shall die.
II. 1 Robene answered, by the rood.—. Nothing of love I know.—3 But keep my sheep under yon wood. Lo where they range in a row.
Quhat has marrit thè in thy mude",
Take thair an A, B, C %,
He. Robene answerit her agane',
I wait not quhat is luve,
5 What has marred thee in thy mood.—6 Makyne, show thou to me. - Or what is love or to be loved.--8 Fain would I learn that law (of love).
III, 1 At the lore of love if thou wilt learn.--2 Take there an A, B, C.-3 Be kind, courteous, and fair of aspect or feature.-4Wise, hardy, and free.—5 See that no danger daunt thee.—6Whatever sorrow in secret thou sufferest.—7 Exert thyself with pains to thy utmost power.—8 Be patient and privy.
IV. Robene answered her again. I wot not what is love.3 But I (have) wonder, certainly.--4 What makes thee thus melancholy.
The weddir is fair, and I am fane”,
And wirk all as I reid,
hairt all hailės
will meit me heir%; Peradventure my scheip may gang besydes, Quhill we haif liggit full neir4,
5 The weather is fair, and I am glad. My sheep go healthful above (or in the uplands).—7 If we should play in this plain.. 8 They would reprove us both.
V. · Robene, take heed unto my tale.? And do all as I advise.-_3 And thou shalt have my heart entirely.-4 Since God sends good for evil.—5 And for mourning consolation. I am now in secret with thee, but if I separate.7 Doubtless I shall die (broken hearted).
VI. 1 Makyne, to-morrow this very time.-? If ye will meet me here. Perhaps my sheep may go aside. - Until we have lain
Bot maugre haif I, an I byde,
She. Kobene thou reivis me roif* and rest',
I luve but thè allone?,
The day is neirhand gonet.
That luve will be my bone 6.
For leman I lue none 8.
I sicht, and that full sair?
VII. · Robene, thou robbest my quiet and rest. I love but thee alone. -3 Makyne, adieu, the sun goes west. The day is nearly gone.—5 Robene, in sorrow I am so beset.—6 That love will be my bane.- Go love, Makyne, where thou wilt. For sweetheart I love none.
VIII. 1 Robene, I am in such a state.—2 I sigh, and that full sore.—3 Makyne, I have been here some time.-4 At home God grant I were.
* Pinkerton absurdly makes this word roiss; it is roif in the Bannatyne MS.
She. My hinny Robene, talk ane quhyles;
Gif thou wilt do na mair6.
5 My sweet Robene, talk a while.—. If thou wilt do no more. 7 Makyne, some other man begaile.—8 For homeward I will fare.
IX. · Robene on his way went. As light as leaf of tree.3 Makyne mourned in her thoughts. 4 And thought hin never to see.—5 Robene went over the hill.–6 Then Makyne cryed on high. -Now you may sing, I am destroyed.—8 What ails, love, with me?
X. 1 Makyne went home without fail.– Fullt after she would weep
* The lines “ Than Robene in a full fair daill,” may either mean that he assembled his sheep in a fair full number, or in a fair piece of low ground; the former is the most probable meaning. + The word werry I am unable to explain. VOL. I.