Was nevir in Scotland hard nor sene
Sic dansing nor deray
[881],
Nowthir at Falkland on the grene
Nor Peblis at the play,
At Chryst kirk on ane day.
Thair come our kitteis
[884] weschin clene
In thair new kirtillis of gray,
Full gay,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
To dans thir damysellis thame dicht
[885],
Thir lassis licht of laitis
[886],
Thair gluvis wes of the raffell
[887] rycht,
Thair schone wes of the straitis
[888];
Thair kirtillis wer of lynkome
[889] licht,
Weill prest with mony plaitis.
Thay squeilit lyk ony gaitis
[892],
So lowd,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene that day.
Of all thir madynis myld as meid
Wes nane so gympt
[893] as Gillie;
As ony ross hir rude
[894] wes reid,
Hir lyre
[895] wes lyk the lillie;
Fow
[896] yellow yellow wes hir heid,
Bot scho of lufe wes sillie
[897];
Thocht all hir kin had sworn hir deid
[898]
Scho wald haif bot sweit Willie
Allone,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Scho skornit Jok and skraipit
[899] at him,
And mvrionit him with mokkis
[900];
He wald haif luvit, scho wald nocht lat him,
For all his yallow loikkis:
He chereist hir, scho bad ga chat him
[901];
So schamefully his schort goun set him,
His lymmis wes lyk twa rokkis
[904],
Scho said,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Thome Lular wes thair menstrall meit;
O Lord! as he cowd lanss
[905];
He playit so schill
[906], and sang so sweit
Quhill Towsy tuke a transs
[907].
Auld Lychtfute thair he did forleit
[908],
And counterfutit Franss;
He vse
[909] him-self as man discreit
And vp tuke moreiss danss,
Full lowd,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Than Stevin come stoppand in with stendis
[910];
No rynk
[911] mycht him arreist.
For Maid he maid requeist.
His lap quhill he lay on his lendis
[914];
Bot rysand he wes preist
[915]
Quhill that he oistit
[916] at bath the endis
For honour of the feist,
That day,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Syne Robene Roy begowth
[917] to revell,
And Dwny till him druggit
[918];
“Lat be,” quo Jok; and cawd him javell
[919]
And be the taill him tuggit.
The kensy cleikit to the cavell
[920],
Bot Lord! than gif thay luggit
[921],
Thay pairtit hir manly with a nevell
[922],
God wait gif hair wes ruggit
[923]
Betuix thame,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Ane bent a bow, sic sturt cowd steir him
[924];
Grit skayth wesd to haif skard
[925] him;
The toder
[928] said “Dirdum Dardum.”
Throwch baith the cheikis he thocht to cheir
[929] him,
Or throw the erss haif chard
[930] him;
Bot be ane akerbraid
[931] it come nocht neir him,
I can nocht tell quhat mard him,
Thair,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
With that a freynd of his cryd “Fy!”
And vp ane arrow drew;
He forgit
[932] so fowriously
The bow in flenders
[933] flew;
Sa wes the will of God, trow I,
For had the tre bene trew
Men said that kend
[934] his archery
That he had slane anew
[935],
That day,
At Chrystis kirk on the grene.
Ane hasty hensure
[936] callit Hary,
Quha wes ane archer heynd
[937],
That torment so him teynd
[940].
I wait nocht quhidder his hand cowd wary
[941],
Or the man wes his freynd,
For he eschaipit
[942] throw michtis of Mary
As man that no ill meynd
[943],
Bot gud,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Than Lowry as ane lyon lap,
And sone a flane cowd fedder
[944];
He hecht
[945] to perss him at the pap,
Thair-on to wed a weddir
[946].
He hit him on the wame a wap
[947],
It buft
[948] lyk ony bledder;
Bot swa his fortoun wes and hap
His dowblet wes maid of ledder,
And saift him,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
A yaip
[949] yung man that stude him neist
Lowsd
[950] of a schot with yre;
He ettlit the bern
[951] in at the breist,
The bolt flew our the byre
[952].
Ane cryit Fy! he had slane a preist
A myll beyond ane myre;
Than bow and bag
[953] fra him he keist
And fled as ferss as fyre
Of flynt,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
With forkis and flailis thay lait
[954] grit flappis,
With bowgaris
[957] of barnis thay beft
[958] blew kappis
Quhill thay of bernis maid briggis
[959].
The reird
[960] raiss rudly with the rappis,
The wyffis come furth with cryis and clappis,
“Lo quhair my lyking liggis
[963]!”
Quo thay
At Chryst kirk of the grene.
Thay girnit and lait gird with granis
[964]
Ilk gossep vder grevit
[965];
Sum straik with stingis
[966], sum gadderit stanis,
Sum fled and evill mischevit;
The menstrall wan within twa wanis
[967],
That day full weill he previt
[968],
For he come hame with vnbirsed banis
[969]
Quhair fechtaris wer mischevit
[970]
For evir,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
He wes no barty-bummill
[977].
Thocht he wes wicht
[978] he wes nocht wyss
With sic jangleris to jummill
[979],
For fra his thowme thay dang a sklyss
[980],
Quhill he cryd “Barla-fummyll
[981]!
I am slane,”
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Quhen that he saw his blude so reid,
To fle micht no man lat
[982] him;
The far sarar it set
[985] him.
He gart his feit defend his heid,
He thocht ane cryd haif at him,
Quhill he wes past out of all pleid
[986]
He suld bene swift that gat him
Throw speid,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
His wyfe hang in his waist;
His body wes with blud all browdin
[989],
He granit lyk ony gaist.
Hir glitterand hair that wes full goldin
So hard in lufe him lest
[990]
That for hir saik he wes nocht yoldin,
Sevin myll quhill he wes chest
[991],
And mair,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
The millar wes of manly mak;
To meit him wes na mowis
[992];
Thair durst nocht ten cum him to tak,
So nowit he thair nowis
[993].
The buschment haill
[994] about him brak
Syne tratourly behind his bak
Thay hewit him on the howiss
[997]
Behind,
At Chrystis kirk of the grene.
Twa that wes heidmen of the heird
Ran vpoun vtheris lyk rammis;
Bet on with barrow trammis.
Bot quhair thair gobbis wes vngeird
[1000]
Thay gat vpoun the gammis
[1001],
Quhill bludy berkit
[1002] wes thair beird;
As thay had wirreit
[1003] lammis,
Maist lyk,
At Chryst kirk of the grene.
The wyvis kest vp ane hiddouss yell
Quhen all thir yunkeris yokkit
[1004];
Als ferss as ony fyr-flaught
[1005] fell
Freikis
[1006] to the feild thay flokkit:
Quhill blud at breistis out bokkit
[1009].
So rudly rang the commoun bell,
Quhill all the stepill rokkit
For reird,
At Christis kirk of the grene.
Quhen thay had berit
[1010] lyk baitit bulis,
And branewod brynt in bailis
[1011],
Thay wer als meik as ony mvlis
That mangit wer with mailis
[1012].
For fantness tha forfochin fulis
[1013]
Fell doun lyk flawchtir-failis
[1014],
And freschmen come in and held thair dulis
[1015],
At Chryst kirk on the grene.
Quhen all wes done, Dik with ane aix
Come furth to fell a fidder
[1019].
Quod he, “Quhair ar yone hangit smaix
[1020]
Rycht now wald slane my bruder?”
His wyfe bade him ga hame gub-glaikis
[1021],
And sa did Meg his muder.
He turnd and gaif thaim bayth thair paikis
[1022],
For he durst ding nane vdir
[1023],
For feir,
At Chryst kirk of the grene that day.