Trivmphovs laud with palme of victorie,
The lawrer crowne of infinite glorie,
Maist gracious Prince, our souerane James the Feird,
Thy Maiestie mot haue eternallie
Supreme honour, renoun of cheualrie,
Felicitie perdurand in this eird,
With eterne blis in heuin by fatall weird;
Ressaue this roustie rurall rebaldrie,
Laikand cunning, fra thy pure leige vnleird,

Quhilk, in the sicht of thy magnificence,
Confidand in sa greit beneuolence,
Proponis thus my vulgair ignorance
Maist humbillie with dew obedience,
Beseikand oft thy michtie excellence,
Be grace to pardoun all sic variance
With sum bening respect of firme constance;
Remittand my pretendit negligence,
Thow, quhais micht may humbill thing auance.

Breif buriall quair of eloquence all quite,
With russet weid and sentence imperfite,
Till cum in plane se that thow not pretend the.
Thy barrant termis, and thy vile indite
Sall not be mine, I will not haue the wite,
For as for me I quit clame that I kend the:
Thow are bot stouth, thift louis, licht but lite,
Not worth ane mite, pray ilk man til amend the,
Fair on with site, and on this wise I end the.