FRA bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,   Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;   Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree, Or til a reed ourblawin with the win.

Twa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blin,   Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;   The next a wife ingenrit of the sea, And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin.

Unhappy is the man for evermair   That tills the sand and sawis in the air;   But twice unhappier is he, I lairn, That feidis in his hairt a mad desire, And follows on a woman throw the fire,   Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.