The jolie Cok crauis;
Throu Natur anone.
On louers vha lyis:
The nicht is neir gone.
The feildis ouerflouis
With gouans
[1487] that grouis,
Quhair lilies lyk lou
[1488] is,
The turtill that treu is
With nots that reneuis
The night is neir gone.
Nou hairtis with hyndis
Conforme to thair kyndis
On grund vhair they grone.
Nou hurchonis
[1492] with hairis
Ay passis in pairis;
Quhilk deuly declairis
The night is neir gone.
The sesone excellis
Thrugh sueetnes that smellis;
Nou Cupid compellis
Syn sing for thair saikis—
The night is neir gone.
All curageous knichtis
The breist-plate that bright is
To feght with thair fone
[1497].
The stoned steed
[1498] stampis
Throu curage, and crampis
[1499],
The night is neir gone.
That wight wapins
[1502] weildis,
With shyning bright sheildis,
Stiff speiris in reistis
Ouer cursoris cristis
Ar brok on thair breistis:
The night is neir gone.
So hard ar thair hittis,
Some sueyis, some sittis,
And some perforce flittis
[1504]
On grund vhill they grone.
With suordis assayis:
The night is neir gone.