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He quhissillit, and he pypit bayth,
To mak hir blyth that meiting: My hony hart how sayis the sang, i Thair sall be mirth at our meting
• Yit.' Of Peblis to the Play.
Be that the sone was settand schaftis ;
And neir done wes the day:
Quhen that thai went thair way.
Mair suld I to yow say.
To Peblis to the Play.
CHRIST'S KIRK ON THE GREEN.
Was ne'er in Scotland heard or seen
Sik dancing nor deray;
Or Peebles at the Play.
At Christ's Kirk on a day;
that day, At Christ's Kirk on the green.
To danss thir damyşells them dight;
Thir lasses light of laits.
This shoon war o' the straits.
Thir kirtles were of Lincome light,
Weel prest wi' mony plaits: They were sae skych, whan men them nicht, They squeild, like ony gaits,
Fu loud that day, At Christ's Kirk on the green. Of a'thir maidins myld as meid
Was nane sae jimp as Gillie; As ony rose her rude was red,
Her lire was like the lillie;
And scho, of luve sae sillie,
Alane that day,
And murgeoned him wi' mokks;
For a' his yellow lokks.
Scho compt him not twa clokkis.
Or rungs that day
Gude Lord how he coud lans!
Quhuyle Towsie took a transs,
And counterfittet Franss:
He tuke that day At Christ's Kirk on the green,
Then Steen cam stappin in wi' stends,
Nae rynt micht him arrest, Splae-fut he bobbit up wi' bends;
For Mause he maid requeist.
But rysand was sae preist,
And dauns'd that day
Then Robene Roy begouth to revell,
And Towsie to him drugged;
And be the tail him tuggit.
God wots if thir twa luggit!
Betwixt them twa
Ane bent a bow, sic sturt coud steir him,
Grit skayth wead to haif skard him; He cheist a flane as did effeir him :
The toder said, Dirdum Dardum. Throuch baith the cheiks he thocht to chier him,
Or throch the erss haif chard him:
Sae wide that day
Wi' that a fricn' o' his cried Fy!
And up an arrow drew: He forgit it sae forcefully
The bow in flinders flew.
Sik was the will of God, trow I;
For, had the tree been trew,
Belyve that day
An hasty hensure, callit Hary,
Quha was an archer heynd,
That torment sae him teynd:
Or the man was his friend,
But gude that day
And sone a fane can fedder: He hecht to perce him at the pap,
Thereon to wad a wedder: 1
It buft like ony bledder,
Saift him that day
That he to th' erd dusht down;
And fled out o' the toun.
And fand lyfe in the loun.
Frae hand that day At Christ's Kirk on the green.
A yape young man, that stude him neist,
Lous'd aff a schot wi' yre:
The bolt flew owr the byre.
A myle beyond a myre.
Frae flint that day
Wi' forks and fails they lent grit flaps,
And flang togidder like fryggs;
Quhyle they of berns maid briggs.
Quhen rungs war laid on riggs; The wyfis came forth wi' crys
and clapps, Lo! where my lyking liggs !
Quoth thay, that day At Christ's Kirk on the green.
Thay girnit, and lute gird wi' granes ;
Tik gossip oder grieved.
Sum fled and ill mischevet.
That day fu' weil he prievit;
For evir that day
Heich Hutchean, wi' a hissil ryss,
To redd can throw them rummil. He muddilt them doun lyk ony myce:
He was nae baity bummyl.