He quhissillit, and he pypit bayth, Of Peblis to the Play. 'Yit.' Be that the sone was settand schaftis; At beltane ilka bodie bownd To Peblis to the Play. ་་ CHRIST'S KIRK ON THE GREEN. WAS ne'er in Scotland heard or seen Or Peebles at the Play. As wes of wooers as I ween, At Christ's Kirk on a day; There came our Kittys washen clean In new kyrtils of gray, At Christ's Kirk on the green. To danss thir damysells them dight; Thir gluvis war of the raffal right, Thir kirtles were of Lincome light, They were sae skych, whan men them nicht, Fu loud that day, At Christ's Kirk on the green. Of a' thir maidins myld as meid Alane that day, At Christ's Kirk on the green. Scho skornit Jock, and skrapit at him, He cherish'd her, scho bid gae chat him; Sae schamefully his schort goun sat him Or rungs that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. Tam Lutar was thair minstrel meet. He held him as a man discreit, And up the Morreis-danss He tuke that day At Christ's Kirk on the green, Then Steen cam stappin in wi' stends, Quhyle he did hoast at baith the ends For honour o' the feist, And dauns'd that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. Then Robene Roy begouth to revell, Betwixt them twa At Christ's Kirk on the green. Ane bent a bow, sic sturt coud steir him, The toder said, Dirdum Dardum. Throuch baith the cheiks he thocht to chier him, Or throch the erss haif chard him: Be ane akerbraid it came na neir him; I canna tell quhat mard him At Christ's Kirk on the Sae wide that day green. Wi' that a fricn' o' his cried Fy! And up an arrow drew: He forgit it sac forcefully The bow in flinders flew. Sik was the will of God, trow I; Belyve that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. An hasty hensure, callit Hary, For he escapit, threw the michts of Mary, But gude that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. Then Lowry lyke a lyon lap, And sone a flane can fedder: He hit him on the wame a wap, But sua, his fortune was and hap, Saift him that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. The buff sae boistrously abaist him The ither man for deid there left him, The wives came forth, and up thay reft him, Then wi' three routs on's erse they reir'd him, Frae hand that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. A yape young man, that stude him neist, He ettlit the bern in at the briest; Then bow and bag frae him he keist; Frae flint that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. Wi' forks and flails they lent grit flaps, The wyfis came forth wi' crys and clapps, Quoth thay, that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. Thay girnit, and lute gird wi' granes; Sum strak wi' stings, sum gaddert stains, The menstral wan within twa wains, For evir that day At Christ's Kirk on the green. Heich Hutchean, wi' a hissil ryss, |