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THere was a Race in Glasgow Town, the like was never seen [I]n Stirling, Lorn, nor yet in Down, nor yet in Aberden. Two Criples did take on that Race, for pride between them fell: The lik was never into no place, but once into Dunkell. In Februar that Race was run, on Munday after noon; But I think there was little spun till once this Race was done. They needed neither Horse nor Meir, the way was tight and clean, For neither had they lance nor spear to just upon the green. Seven feet was counted and three ein, they had between them baith; The like, I think, was never seen in Glasgow, I perceive. They had three staves to run withall, because their legs were short. Ye never saw, nor never shal, I think a braver sport, I have been East, I have been West, but not in Germanie; In all the parts that ere I past, the like I did not see. There were right many Gentlemen came here this race to see For any think that I did ken, young Limpy wan the gree, The lasses ran in troups and pairs, down for to see that Race; And some fell here and some fell there, and some fell on there face: And some of them fell in the stank while they were wet and weary: They gave the Cripples little thank, cause they began that steiry. Their bony locks which did hing down, were drowked all with rain. So were their Wast;coats & their gown, ere they came back again. What way this bargan first began, I know not certainlie: For all the bouts they ever ran, young Limpy wan the gree. What ever he was that did them start, I think he did some wrong: [B]ecause that he did take the part with him that was most strong.
Their pokes and all were casten by, to make them to be light; And all their duds hung out to dry, wherein they ly all night. The youngest Cripple had great slight and souple of himself, At every bend, he was so light, I think he lap five ell. The eldest he began to tyre, and fagged cruellie The wind it blew him in the myre, which many one did see. The eldest on was stiff and old, the way was something dreigh; The day indeed was something cold, the wind blew wonder high. Young limpy had no wand nor whip, for ought that we did see; He cast him and his belly up, and in the dirt lay he, At that he took a great disdain, and grieved mightlie, Ere he wan to his feet again, young Limpy wan the gree,, And then the shouldiers gave a shout the lasses playd ti hie, And all the lads cryd round about Young Limpys won the gree, And then they brought him to the town as he had won the Bell. The eldest Cripple fell in swoun, because he got the Mell. John Ferguson he gets the wyte that limpy wan the gree, They say he did it through despite, judge if it be a lie, He hath good drink into his house, who ever likes to buy Ye know he hath an honest wife, can ruse it by and by. John Fergusons a fellow fine, at home in his own house, He cares no more a drink of wine, then some doth for a lous. Now at this time Ile say no more, but here I will conclude: All kind of things I wll abhore, that seemeth to be rude.
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