Of ane Blackamoor

Lang heff I maed of ladyes quhytt,

Nou of an blak I will indytt

That landet furth of the last schippis;

Quhou fain wald I descryve perfytt

My ladye with the mekle lippis:

Quhou schou is tute mowitt lyk an aep

And lyk a gangarall onto graip,

And quhou hir schort catt nois up skippis,

And quhou schou schynes lyk ony saep:

My ladye with the mekle lippis.

Quhen schou is claid in reche apparrall

Schou blinkis als brycht as ane tar barrell.

Quhen schou was born the son tholit clippis,

The nycht be fain faucht in hir querrell:

My ladye with the mekle lippis.

Quhai for hir saek with speir and scheld

Preiffis maest mychtellye in the feld,

Sall kis and withe hir go in grippis,

And fra thyne furth hir luff sall weld:

My ladye with the mekle lippis.

And quhai in fedle receaves schaem

And tynis thair his knychtlie naem,

Sall cum behind and kis hir hippis

And nevir to uther confort claem:

My ladye with the mekle lippis.