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T165992 VVAs never in Scotland heard or seen, / such dancing and deray; Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 4 Christs Kirk on the Green, / Composed (as was supposed) by King James the fifth, Newly Corrected according to the Original Copy. Christ's Kirk on the Green, Composed (as was supposed) by King James the fifth, Newly Corrected according to the Original Copy. 1701-1701

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WAs never in Scotland heard or seen, such dancing and deray; Neither at Faukland on the green, nor Peebles at the play, As was of Woers as I ween; at Christs Kirk on a day: For there came Kittie washen clean, with her new Gown of Gray, Full gay that day To dance these damsels them dight, these Lasses sigh of laits. Their Gloves were of the raffal right, the[i]r sh[o]es were of the straits Their Kirtles were o[f] Lincoln light, well prest with many plaits, They were so nice when men them neigh'd they squell'd like any gaits, Full loud that day. Of all these Maidens mild as meed, was none so gimp as Gillie: As any role her rude was red, her lire was like the Lillie, But yellow, yellow was her head, and she of love so silly: Though all her kin had sworn her dead she would have none but Willie. Alone that day, She scorned Jack, and scripp'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 had go chat him, she counted him not 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 shril, 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 honour 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 rugged, Then Kensie clicked to a Kevel, God wots as they two lugged: They parted there upon a nevel: men say their 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 flenders 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 yap 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 hath slain a Priest, a mile beyond the mire: Both Bow and Bag from him he keist and fled as fast as fire From flint that day. An hasty Kins-man called Hary, that was an Archer keen, Tyed up a tackle without tarry, I trow the man was teen: I wot not whether his hand did vary, or his foe was his friend: But he scapt by the mights of Mary as one that nothing mean'd. But good that day. Then Lawrie like a Lyon lap, and soon a flun 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 Full fine that day. The buff so boistrously abaist him, that he to the earth dusht down: The other men for dead he left him, and fled out of the Town, The wives came forth, and up they rest 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 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 traiterously behind his back, they hoch'd him on the howes. Behind that day; Then Hutchon with a Hazle 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 their flew a slice while he cry'd barlafummal, 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 feeds; he thought and bad 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 gat him. Through speed that day. Two that were headsmen 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 beards, 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, some fled, and some relieved. The Minstrels used quiet means, that day he wisely prieved, For he came hame with unbruised 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 barns made brigs: The rare rose rudely with their raps, then rungs were laid on rigs: Their Wives came forth with crys and claps, see where my likeing ligs, Full low that day. The black Souter of Braith was howden, his Wife hang at his waist: His body was in black all browden, he girned like a ghaist, Her glittering hair was so bowden, her love fast from him laist. That for his sake she was unyawden, while he a mile was chaist And mair that day. When they had beir'd like baited Bulls, the bone-fires burnt like bails: They grew as meek as any mules That wearled are with mails. For those forfoughen tyred fools, fell down like slaughtered frails; Fresh men came in and hall'd the dools and dang them down in dails. Bedeen that day. The Wives then gave an hideous yeil, when all these yonkiers yoked, As fierce as flags of Fire flaughts fell, frieks to the field they flocked, Then carles with clubs did other 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 all on stear when he came there himsel, 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 Ale, and bad the Pyper drink it; Drink it quoth he, and it so stail, a shrew me if I think it. The Bride her Maidens stood near by, and said it was not blinked; And Bartagesie 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 bade him, Go hame, 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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