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A! fredome is a noble thing! | Ah! Freedom is a noble thing! |
Fredome mayss man to haiff liking, | Freedom gives man pleasure, |
Fredome all solace to man giffis: | Freedom gives all solace to man: |
He levys at ess that frely levys. | He lives at ease who freely lives. |
A noble hart may haiff name ess, | A noble heart may have no comfort, |
Na ellys nocht that may him pless, | Nor anything else that will please him, |
Gyff fredome failyhe: for fre liking | If freedom fails: for free decision |
Is yharnyt our all othir thing. | Is yearned for above any thing. |
Na he that ay hass levyt fre | No, he who has always lived free |
May nocht knaw weill the propyrte, | May not well know the property, |
The anger, na the wretchyt dome | The anger, no the wretched doom |
That is couplyt to foul thyrldome. | That is coupled to foul thraldom. |
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Bot gyff he had assayit it, | But if he had experienced it, |
Than all perquer he suld it wyt; | Then he would know it in his soul; |
And suld think freedom mar to pryss | And would think freedom more to be prized |
Than all the gold in warld that is … | Than all the gold in the world … |