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I that in heill was and gladn egrave ss	A
Am trublit now with great sickness	A
And feblit with infirmitie	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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Our plesance here is all vain glory	C
This fals world is but transitory	C
The flesh is bruckle the Feynd is slee	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
The state of man does change and vary	C
Now sound now sick now blyth now sary	C
Now dansand mirry now like to die	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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No state in Erd here standis sicker	C
As with the wynd wavis the wicker	C
So wannis this world's vanitie	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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Unto the Death gois all Estatis	A
Princis Prelatis and Potestatis	A
Baith rich and poor of all degree	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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He takis the knichtis in to the field	B
Enarmit under helm and scheild	B
Victor he is at all mellie	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
That strong unmerciful tyrand	B
Takis on the motheris breast sowkand	B
The babe full of benignitie	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
He takis the campion in the stour	C
The captain closit in the tour	C
The lady in bour full of bewtie	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
He spairis no lord for his piscence	A
Na clerk for his intelligence	A
His awful straik may no man flee	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
Art magicianis and astrologgis	A
Rethoris logicianis and theologgis	A
Them helpis no conclusionis slee	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
In medecine the most practicianis	A
Leechis surrigianis and physicianis	A
Themself from Death may not supplee	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
I see that makaris amang the lave	D
Playis here their padyanis syne gois to grave	D
Sparit is nocht their facultie	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
He has done petuously devour	C
The noble Chaucer of makaris flour	C
The Monk of Bury and Gower all three	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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The good Sir Hew of Eglintoun	E
Ettrick Heriot and Wintoun	E
He has tane out of this cuntrie	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
That scorpion fell has done infeck	F
Maister John Clerk and James Afflek	F
Fra ballat making and tragedie	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
Holland and Barbour he has berevit	B
Alas that he not with us levit	B
Sir Mungo Lockart of the Lee	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
Clerk of Tranent eke he has tane	E
That made the anteris of Gawaine	E
Sir Gilbert Hay endit has he	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
He has Blind Harry and Sandy Traill	C
Slain with his schour of mortal hail	C
Quhilk Patrick Johnstoun might nought flee	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
He has reft Merseir his endite	B
That did in luve so lively write	B
So short so quick of sentence hie	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
	-
He has tane Rowll of Aberdene	E
And gentill Rowll of Corstorphine	E
Two better fallowis did no man see	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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In Dunfermline he has tane Broun	E
With Maister Robert Henrysoun	E
Sir John the Ross enbrast has he	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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And he has now tane last of a	G
Good gentil Stobo and Quintin Shaw	H
Of quhom all wichtis hes pitie	B
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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Good Maister Walter Kennedy	C
In point of Death lies verily	C
Great ruth it were that so suld be	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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Sen he has all my brether tane	E
He will naught let me live alane	E
Of force I man his next prey be	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C
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Since for the Death remeid is none	E
Best is that we for Death dispone	E
After our death that live may we	C
Timor Mortis conturbat me	C

William Dunbar

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