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John Barbour
John Barbour Poems
| 1. | The Brus Book Ii | 1/1/2004 |
| 2. | The Brus Book Iii | 1/1/2004 |
| 3. | The Brus Book Viii | 1/1/2004 |
| 4. | The Brus Book 20 | 1/1/2004 |
| 5. | The Brus Book Xi | 1/1/2004 |
| 6. | The Brus Book Xvi | 1/1/2004 |
| 7. | The Brus Book Xiii | 1/1/2004 |
| 8. | The Brus Book Xviii | 1/1/2004 |
| 9. | The Brus Book V | 1/1/2004 |
| 10. | The Brus Book 18 | 1/1/2004 |
| 11. | The Brus Book 19 | 1/1/2004 |
| 12. | The Brus Book Iv | 1/1/2004 |
| 13. | The Brus Book Vi | 1/1/2004 |
| 14. | The Brus Book Vii | 1/1/2004 |
| 15. | The Brus Book Xii | 1/1/2004 |
| 16. | The Brus Book Xv | 1/1/2004 |
| 17. | The Brus Book Xiv | 1/1/2004 |
| 18. | The Brus Book I | 1/1/2004 |
| 19. | The Brus Book Ix | 1/1/2004 |
| 20. | The Brus Book X | 4/19/2010 |
| 21. | Freedom | 1/4/2003 |
Freedom
A! Fredome is a noble thing!
Fredome mays man to haiff liking;
Fredome all solace to man giffis,
He levys at ese that frely levys!
A noble hart may haiff nane ese,
Na ellys nocht that may him plese,
Gyff fredome fail; for fre liking
Is yarnyt our all othir thing.
Na he that ay has levyt fre
May nocht knaw weill the propyrte,
The angyr, na the wretchyt dome
That is couplyt to foule thyrldome.
Bot gyff he had assayit it,
Than all perquer he suld it wyt;
And suld think fredome mar to prise
Than all the gold in warld that is.
Thus ...
The Brus Book Vi
[Sir Ingram Umfraville praises the king;
the men of Galloway pursue him with a tracker dog]
The king is went till his logyng
And off this deid sone come tithing
Till Schyr Ingrame the Umfravill
That thocht his sutelte and gyle
5 Haid al failyeit in that place.
Tharfor anoyit sua he was
