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WAs never in Scotland heard nor seen such dancing and deray; Neither at Faulkland on the green, nor Peebles at the play, As was of woores, as I ween; at Christs Kirk on a day: For there came Kittie washen clean, in her new gown of gray, Ful gay that day. To dance these damsels them dight, these lasses light of laite: Their gloves were of the raffal right, their shoes were of the straits. Their kirtles were of Lincoln light, well prest with many plaits. They were so nice when men them neight they squeild like any gaits, full loud that day. Of all these Maidens mild as meed, was none so gimp as Gillie: As any rose her rude was red, her lire was like the lillie, But yellow, yellow was her head, and she of love so sillie: Though all her kin had sworn her dead, she would have none but Willie, Alone that day, She scorned Jock, and skripped at him, and murgeond him with mocks: He would have lovd her, she would not let him, for all his yellow locks. He cherisht her, she bad go chat him, she counted not him two locks: So shamefully his short Jack set him: his legs were like two rocks, Or rungs that day. Tom Lutter was their Minstrel meet good Lord, how he could lance; [H]e playd so shrill, and sang so sweet while Tomsie took a trance, Old Lightfoot there he could foreleet, and counterfitted France, [H]e held him like a man discreet, and up the Morice dance, He took that day. Then Steven came stepping in with stends no rink might him arrest; [?]play-footed did bob with many bends, For Masie he made request. [H]e lap while he lay on his lends, and rising so was preast, While he did hoast at both the ends, for honor of the feast, And dancd that day. Then Robin Roy began to revel, and Tomsie to him drudged: [?]et be, quoth Jack, and calld him Jevel, and by the tail him rugged. [T]hen Kensie cricked to a kevel, God wots as they two lugged: [T]hey parted there upon a nevel: men say that hair was rugged Between them twa. With that a friend of his cryd, Fy, and forth an arrow drew: [H]e forged it so forcefully, the bow in flenders flew. [S]uch was the grace of God, trow I, for had the tree been true; [?]en said who knew his archery, that he had slain anew, Belyve that day.
A yape young man that stood him neist, soon bent his bow in ire, And etled the bairn in at the breast the bolt flew over the bire: An cryd Fy, he had slain a priest, a mile beyond the myre: Both bow and bag from him he kiest and fled as fast as fire. From flint that day. An hasty kinsman, called Hary, that was an archer keen, Tyed up a rackel withouten tary, I trow the man was tien. I wot not whether his hand did vary, or his foe was his friend; But he escaped, by the might of Mary as one that nothing meand, But good that day. Then Lawry like a Lyon lap, and soon a flain can fedder: He height to pierce him at the pape, thereon to wed a wedder; He hit him on the womb a wap, it burst like any bladder. He scaped so, such was his hap, his doublet was of leather Full fine that day. The bust so boistrously abaist him, that he to the earth dusht down: The other man for dead then left him, and fled out of the Town, The wives came forth, and up they reft him, and found life in the lown; Then with three routs there they raisd him and cured him out of sown, Fra hand that day. The Miller was of manly make, to meet him it was no mowes. There durst not ten some there him take so cowed he their powes, That bushment whole about him brake and bickered him with bows, Then traitorously behind his back, they hacked him on the howes, Behind that day. Then Hatchen with a hazel rice, to red gan through them rommil: He moddled them down like any mice, he was no betty bummil. Though he was wight, he was not wise with such jutors to jummil: For from his thumb there flew a slice while he cryd barlafummil, Im slain this day. When that he saw his blood was red to flee might no man let him: He trowd it had been for old feed; he thought, and bade have at him. He made his feet defend his head, the far fairer it set him: While he was past out of their plead: they must be swift that got him Through speed that day. Two that were heads-men of the herd, they rusht on other like rams; The other four which were unfeard, beat on with barrow trams. And where their gobs were ungeard, they got upon the gams, While that all bloudie was their beard as they had worried lambs Most like that day.
They girnd and glowred all at anes, each gossip other grieved: Some striked stings, some gathered stanes some fled, and some relieved. Their Minstrel used quyet means, that day he wisely prieved; For he came home with unbruisd banes where fighters were mischieved, Full ill that day. With forks and flails then let they flaps, and flew together with frigs: With bougers of barns they piercd blew caps and of their bairns made brigs: The reer rose rudely with their raps, then rungs were laid on rigs: The wives came forth with cryes and claps see where my liking ligs, Full low this day. The black Sutar of Braith was bowden, his wise hang at his waist: His body was in bleck all browden, he girned like a ghaist. Her glittering hair that was so gowden, her love fast from him laist, That for his sake he was unyowden, while he a mile was chast, And more that day. When they had bierd like baited bulls, the bone-fires burnt like bails; They grew as meek as any mules that wearied are with mails. For these forfoughten tyred fools fell down like slaughtered flails; Fresh men came in and haild their dools, and dang them down in dails, Bedeen that day. The wives then gave a hideous yell, when all these yonkers yoked; As fierce as flags of fire flaughts fell, frieks to the field they flocked. Then karles with clubs did others quel, on breast while blood out bocked, So rudely rang the common bell, that all the steeple rocked, For dread that day. By this Tom Tailor was in his gear, when he heard the common bell; He said he should make them all on stear, when he came there him sell. He went to fight with such a fear, while to the ground he fell. A wife that hit him on the ear, with a great knocking mell, Feld him that day. The bridegroom brought a pint of ail, and bad the pyper drink it; Drink it, quoth he, and it so staile, ashrew me if I think it. The Bride her Maidens stood near by, and said, it was not blinked; And Bartagasie the Bride so gay, upon him fast she winked, Full soon that day. When all was done, Dick with an ax came forth to fell a fother. Quoth he, where are you whoreson smaiks right now that hurt my brother; His wife bad him, Go hom, Gib Glaike, and so did Meg his mother; He turnd and gave them both their paiks for he durst ding no other But them that day.
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