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T165997 VVAs never in Scotland heard nor seen / such dancing nor deray, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 5 CHRISTS KIR[K] ON THE GREEN. / Composed (as is supposed by King JAMES the fifth. CHRISTS KIR[K] ON THE GREEN. Composed (as is supposed by King JAMES the fifth. 1701-1701

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WAs never in Scotland heard nor seen such dancing nor 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, in her new gown of gray so gay that day. To dance these Damosels them dight, these Lasses light of laits; Their gloves were of the Raffall 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 squiel'd 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 lyre 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 Jock, and skripped 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 bade 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 Luter was their Minstrell meet, good Lord, how he could lance, He play'd so shrill, and sang so sweet, while Tousie took a trance. Old Light-foot there he could forleet, 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 bab with many bends, for Masie he made request. He lap while he lay on his lends, and rising so was preast While he did host at both the ends, for honour of the feast, and dance that day.
Then Robin Roy began to revell, and Towsie to him drugged: Let be (quoth Jock) and call'd him J[evel] and by the tail him tugged. Then Kensie clicked to a kevell, God wots if they two lugged: They parted there upon a nevell, men say, that hair was rugged between them twa. With that a friend of his cry'd Fie, 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 niest, soon bent his bow in ire, And etled the bairn in at the breast, the bolt flew ov'r the byre, And cry'd, Fy, he had slain a Priest, a myle beyond the myre: Both bow and bag from him he kiest, and fled as fast as fire from flint that day. An hastie kins-man, called Hary, that was an archer keen, Tyed up a tackell withoutten 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 mean'd but good that day. Then Lawrie like a Lyon lap, and soon a slain can fedder: He height to peirce him at the pape, thereon to wed a wedder: He hit him on the womb a wap, it busst like any bladder, He soaped so, such was his hap, his doublet was of leather full fine that day. The buss so boisterously abaist him that he to th'earth dusht down, The other man for dead then 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 cured him out of swoun fra hand that day.
The Miller was of manly make, to meet with him it was no mowes, There durst no ten some there him take, so cowed he their powes; The Bushment whole about him brake, and bickered him with bowes, Then traiterously behind his back they hacked him on the howes behind that day. Then Hutchen, with an hazell rice, to red gan through them rummill, He muddled them down like any mice, he w[a]s no bettie bummil: Though he was wight, he was not wise with such Jutors to jummil, For from his thumb there flew a flyce, while he cry'd barla fummil, I'm slain this day. When that he saw his bloud was red, to flie 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 bloud burn was their berd 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. Their Minstrell used quiet means, that day he wisely prieved: For he came home with unbirs'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't blew caps, while of their bairns they 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 wife hung by his waist: His body was in bleck all browden, he girned like a ghaist, Her glittering hair that was so gowden her love fast for him laist, That for his sake he was unyouden, while he a mile was chast and more that day. When they had bier'd like baited buls, the bone-fires burnt like bails, They grew as meek as any Mules, that wearied are with mails: For these forsoughten tyred fools fell down like slaughtered slails, 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 younkiers yocked, As fierce as flags of fire-Aaughts fell fricks to the field they flocked: Then Katles with clubs did other quell on breast while blood out bocked, So rudely rang the common Bell, that all the Steeple rocked for dread that day. By this Tom Tailyour was in his gear when he heard the common Bell, He said he should make them all on stear when he came their him fell: 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 Bride-groom brought a pint of aile and bade the Pyper drink it: Drink it (said 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 yon whoorson 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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