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WAs 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: 1245 Christs Kirk on the Green, / Composed (as was supposed) by King James the fifth, Newly Corrected according to the Original Copy. 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. ?-?

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WAs never in Scotland heard or seen, such dancing and deray; Neither at Faulkland 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 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 neighd they squelld 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 silly: Though all her kin had sworn her dead, she would have none but Willie. Alone that day. She scorned Jack, and scrippd at him, and murgeond him with mocks: He would have lovd her, she would not let him for all his yellow locks. He cherisht him, she bad 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 playd so shril, and sang so sweet while Tousie took a srance. 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 Stiven came stepping in with fiends. no rink might him arrest; Splay foot did bob with many bends, for Masie he made request, He lap while he lay lay on his lends, and rising so was preast, While he did hoast at both the ends, for honour of the Feast, And dancd that day. Then Robin Roy began to revel, and Tousie to him drugged: Let be quoth Jack, and calld 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 cryd 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 cryd 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 withoutten 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 meand. But good that day. Then Lowrie, 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 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 raisd him, and curd him out of sown, Fra hand that day. The Miller was of manly make, to meet him it was no wowes: 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 treatorously behind his back they hochd him on the howes. Behind that day. Then Hutchon with a Hazle rice, to red gan through them rummil: He muddld them down like any mice, he was no betty bummil. Though he was wight he was not wise, wish such jutors to jummil; For from his thumb there flew a slice while he cryd barlasummsl, Im slain this day. When that he saw his blood so red to flee might no man let him: He trowd it had been for old seed; 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 heads-men of the herd, they rusht on other like Rams; The other four which were unseerd, beat on with barrow Trams. And where their gobs were ungeard, they got upon the gams, While that all bloody was their beards, 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. The Minstrels used quiet means, that day he wisely prieved, For he came hame 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 and of their barns made brigs: The rare rose rudely with their raps, then rungs were laid on rigs: Their Wives came forth with cryes and cla[ps] see where my liking llgs, Full low this [day.] The black Sutor of Braith was howden, his Wife hang at his waist: His body was in black all browden, he girned like a ghaist, Her glitterlng 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 beird like baited Bulls, the bone-fires burnt like bails: They graw as meek as any mules that wearled are with mails. For those forsoughen tyred fools, fell down like slaughtered frails: Fresh men came in and haild the dools and dang them down in dails, Bedeen that [day] The Wives then gave an an hideous yell. when all these youkiers yoked; As fierce as flags of Fire-flaughts fell, friekls 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 d[ay.] The Bridegroom brought a Pint of Ale, and bade the Pyper drink it; Drink lt quoth he, and it to stall, ashrew me if I think it. The Bride her Maidens stood nearby; and said it was not blinked; And Bartagsie the Bride so gay. upon him fast she winked, Full soon that d[ay.] 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 turnd, and gave them both their paiks, for he durst ding no other But them that da[y.]
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