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ROBENE AND MAKYNE,
ROBENE sat on gud grene hill',
He. Robene answerit, be the rude ',
Nathing of lufe I knaw?;
I, 1 Robene sat on a good green hill. Keeping a flock of cattle. 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.—8 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,
I wait not quhat is luve ?,
5 What has marred thee in thy mood.—6 Makyne, show thou to me.—7 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. 1 Robene answered her again.--2I 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?,
He. Makyne, to morne this ilka tydel,
And ye will meit me heir %;
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. & They would reprove us both.
V. 1 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.—3 Perhaps my sheep may go aside. --4 Until we have lain
Bot maugre haif I, an I byde,
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 2. He. Makyne, I haif bene heir this quhiles, ; At hame God gif I wair4.
VII. · Robene, thou robbest my quiet and rest.—2 I love but thee alone. 3 Makyne, adieu, the sun goes west.—4 The day is nearly gone.—5 Robene, in sorrow I am so beset.—6 That love will be my bane.—7 Go love, Makyne, where thou wilt.—8 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 thie Bannatyne MS.
She. My hinny Robene, talk ane quhyles;
Gif thou wilt do na mairo.
Makyne went hame withouttin faill",
5 My sweet Robene, talk a while. _6 If thou wilt do no more.7 Makyne, some other man beguile.—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. –7 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.