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T165994 WAS never in Scotland heard nor seen / such Dancing nor Deray, Full gay that day. Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 6 Christs Kirk on the Green, / Composed (as is supposed) by King James V. Newly Corrected, / according to the Original Copy. Christs Kirk on the Green, Composed (as is supposed) by King James V. Newly Corrected, according to the Original Copy. ?-?

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WAS never in Scotland heard nor seen such Dancing nor Deray, Neither on 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, Full 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 drest with many plaits, They were so nice when Men them neigh'd, 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 Lure 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 at 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 bad go chat him, she counted him not two cloaks, So shamefully his short Jack set him, his Legs were like two Rocks, Or Rungs that day. Tom Lutter 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 Lightfoot there he could forlet, and counterfitted France: He held him like a Man discreet, and up the Morice dance He took that day. Then Stephen came stepping in with stends, no Rink might him arrest, Splayfoot did bob with many bends, for Masie he made Request. He lap while he lay on his lends, and rising was so preast, While he did boast 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 niest, soon bent his Bow in ire, And Etled the Brain in at the Breast, the Bolt flew o're the Bire, And cry'd Fy, he had slain a Priest, a mile beyond the mire: Both Bow and Bag from him he kiest and fled as fast as Fire From Flint that day. An hafty Kins-man called Hary, that was an Archer keen, Tyed up a Tackle without tarry, I trow the Man was tane: I wote not whether his hand did vary, or his Foe was his Friend, But he escaped by the Mights 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 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 dowblet was of leather. full fine that day. The buss so boisterously abaist him, that he to the Earth cusht down, The other Man 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 sound, Free hand that day. The Miller was a Manly Make, to meet with him it was no moves. There durst not ten some there him take, so cowed he their powes: The 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 Hutchen with a Hazel Rice, to red gan through them rummil, He muddl'd them like any M[i]ce, he was no betty bummil: Though he was wight he was not wise, with such Jutters to jummil, For from his thumb there flew a slice while he cry'd barlafummil, I'm slain this day. When that he saw his blood was red, to flee might no Man let him: He trou'd it had been for old feed, 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 Unrear'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, Their Minstrels used quiet means, that day he wisely prieved, For he came hame with unbruis'd banes, where Fighters were mischieved, Full ill that day. With Forks and Flails they lent them flaps, and flew together like Frigs, with bougers of Barns they pierc'd blew cap, and of their Bairns made Brigs, The Rare rose rudly with their Raps, then Rungs were laid on Rigs: The Wives came forth with cryes and claps, see where my Liking ligs Full low that day. The black Soutter of Braith was bowden, his Wife hung at his Waist, His body was in black all browden, he girn'd like any Ghaist, Her glittering Hair that was so bowden, her Love fast from him laist, That for his sake she was Unyawden, while he a mile was chaste, And mair that day. When they had beir'd like baited Bulls, the Bone Fires burnt like bails, Then they grew as meek as Mules, that wearied were with Mails, For these forsoughten tyred Fools fell down like slaughtered Frails, Fresh Men came in and hail'd the 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, fricks to the field they flocked. Then Carles with Clubs did other Quel on breast while blood out boaked; 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 Piper drink it, Drink it, quoth he, and it so stail, ashrew me if I think it, The Bride her Maidens stood her 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 fall a Fother, Quoth he, where are you, 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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