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T165994 WAs ever in Scotland heard nor seen / such dancing and deray; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 24: 250 Christs Kirk on the Green. / Composed (as is supposed) by King Iames the fifth. Newly Corrected according to the Original Copy. Christs Kirk on the Green. Composed (as is supposed) by King Iames the fifth. Newly Corrected according to the Original Copy. Christ's Kirk on the Green. Composed (as is supposed) by King James the fifth. Newly Corrected according to the Original Copy. 1701-1701

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WAs ever in Scotland heard nor seen such dancing and deray; Neither at Faulkland on the green. nor Peebles at the play, As was of wooers as I ween; at Christs Kirk on a day: For there came Kittie washen clean, with her new gown of gray, Ful gay that day. To dance these damsels them dight, these lasses light of laits: 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 squeil'd like any gaits. Ful 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 Jeck, and skripp'd at him, and murgeon'd him with mocks: He would have lov'd her, she would not let him for all his yellow locks. He cherisht her, she bad go chat him, she counted not him two clocks: 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; He play'd so shirl, and sang so sweet while Tousie took a trance. Old Lightfoot there he could foreleet, and counterfitted France, He 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; Splay-foot did bob with many bends, For Masie he made request, He 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 danc'd that day. Then Robin Roy began to revel, and Tousie to him drugged: Let be quoth Jack, and call'd him jevel, and by the tail him tugged. Then Kensie clicked to a kevel, God wots as they two lugged: They parted there upon a nevel: men say that hair was rugged Between them twa, With that a friend of his cry'd, Fy, and forth an arrow drew: He forged it so forcefully, the bow in flinders flew, Such was the grace of God, trow I, for had the tree been true; Men 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: And cry'd 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 kins-man called Hary, that was an archer keen, Tyed up a tackel withouten tary, I trow the man was tien: I wot not whether his hand did vary, or his foe was his friend: But he escapt, by the might of Mary as one that nothing mean'd, 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 wamb a wap, it bust like any bladder. He scaped so, such was his hap, his doublet was of leather Ful fine that day. The buff so boistrously abaist him, that he to the earth dusht down: The other men 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 rais'd him and cur'd him out of sown, Fra hand that day. The Miller was a 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 hack'd him on the howes, Behind that day. Then Hutchen with a Hazel rice, to red gan through them rummil: He muddl'd 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 cry'd barlasummil, I'm slain this day. When that he saw his blood so red to flee might no man let him: He trow'd 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 unfear'd, beat on with barrow trams. And where their gobs were ungear'd, they got upon the gams, While that all bloody was their beard as they had worried lambs Most like that day.
They girn'd and glowred all at anes, each gossip other grieved: Some striked stings, some gathered stanes, so fled, and some relieved. Their Minstrel used quiet means, that day he wisely prieved; For he came home with unbruis'd 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 pierc'd blew caps and of their bairns made brigs: The rare rose rudely with their raps, then rungs were laid on rigs: Their Wives came forth with cryes and claps see where my liking ligs, Full low this day. The black Sutar of Braith was bowden, his wife 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 mare that day. When they had bier'd like baited bulls, the bone-fires burnt like bails: They grew as meek as any mules that wearied are with mails. For these forfoughen tyred fools, fell down like flaughtered flails; Fresh men came in and hail'd their dools, and dang them down in dails, Bedeen that day. The wives then gave a hideous yell, when all these yonkiers 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 bel, that all the steeple rocked, For dread that day. By this Tom Tailzor was in his gear, when he heard the common bel; He said he should make all on stear, when he came there him sel. He went to fight with such a fear, while to the ground he fel. A wife that hit him on the ear, with a great knocking mel, Feld him that day. The bridegroom brought a pint of ail, and bad the pyper drink it; Drink it, quoth he, and it so stail, ashrew me if I think it. The Bride her maidens stood nearby, and said it was not blinked; And Bartagasie the Bride so gay, upon him fast she winked, Ful soon that day When all was done Dick with an ax came forth to fel a fother. Quoth he, where are yon whoreson smaiks right now that hurt my brother; His wife bade him, Go home, Gib Glaiks, and so did Meg his mother; He turn'd and gave them both their paiks for he durst ding no other But them that day.
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