A ballad of a countrey vvedding, by King James the Fifth of Scotland.

A BALLAD of a Countrey VVedding, By KING JAMES the Fifth of SCOTLAND. WA's ner'e in Scotland heard nor ſeen Sic dreſſing nor Drawing up in order. de ray, Neither at Faulkland on the Green Nor-Peblis at the Play, As was (of Woers as I ween) At Chriſts Kirk on a day: For there came Ketty waſhen clean, In her new Gown of gray, So gay that day. To dance there, Damſels them Adreſt. dight Theſe Laſſes Wanton. light of Laight's, Their Gloves were of the Raffle right, Their Shoes were of the ſtraits: Their Kittles were of Lincoln light Wele preſs'd with many plaits, They were ſo nice, when men them Drew neer. nigh't They ſqueak'd like any Gaits Full loud that day. Of all theſe Maidens mild as Mede None was ſo Neat. Jimp as Geilly, As any Roſe her The apples of the Chek. Rude was red, Her Neck and Collar. Lyre was like the Lilly. But yellow, yellow was her head, And ſhe of love ſo ſillie, Though all her Kin had ſworn her dead, She would have none but Willie All on that day. She ſcorned Jocky, and Slighted him. skirped at him, And Jeer'd him. murgeon'd him with mocks, He would have lov'd her, ſhe would not let him For all his yellow locks, He cheriſh'd her, ſhe bid go pack him, She counted him not twa clocks, So ſhamefully his ſhort Cloak ſet him His legs were like twa A Diſtaffe. Rocks Or Cudgells. Rungs that day. Tom Luter was their Minſtrell meet Good Lord how he could dance, He playd ſo ſhrill and ſung ſo ſweet Till Tooſie took a trance: Old Lightfoot there he did Lead on. foreleete And counterfeted France, He held him like a man diſcreete And up the Morice Dance He led that day. Then Steven came ſtepping in with ſtends, No Rink might him areſt, Plyfoot did bob with many bends, For Maſie he made requeſt, He lap while he lay on his Brecche. Lends, And riſing was ſo preſt, While he did Fart. hoaſt at both the ends, For honour of the Feaſt, And Dance that day. Then Robin Roy began to Rant. revell, And Tooſie to him drugged, Let be, quoth Jocky, and cald him Baſe fellow. Jevell, And by the tayle her tugged. Then Kenſie Pull'd a Pole or beggars ſtaffe. cleeked up a Kevell, God wote how they twa lugged, They parted her upon a Box on the ear. Nevell, Men ſay their haire was Pull'd. rugged Between them twa. With that a friend of his cry'd Fie, And furth one Arrow drew, He forged it ſo forcefully The Bow in flinters flew: Sic was the grace of God trow I, For had the tree been trew Men ſayd who knew his Archery, That he had ſlayn enew, In a moment. Belive that day. A A raw young fellow. yap young man that ſtood him nyeſt Soon bent his Bow in Ire, And Aymed the man. etled the Berne in at the Breſt, The Bolt flew ore the The Cowhouſe. Byre: He cryed Fie, he had ſlain a Prieſt A mile beyond the Myre, Both Bow and bagg from him he Did throw away. keiſt And fled as faſt as fire From flint that day. A Luſty Kinſman was called Harry That was an Archer keen, Ty'd up a Bow-ſtring. Tackle withouten tarry I trow the man was Mad. teen: I wot not whether his hand did vary, Or his Foe was his Friend, But he eſcap'd by the might of Mary, As man that nothing mein'd But good that day. Then Lawrence like a Lyon lapp And ſoon a An Arrow. flegge gan Let fly. fedder, He heght to pierce him at the papp Thereon to To wager a sheep. wed a Wedder, He hit him on the womb a A blow. wapp It burſt like any bladder: He eſcaped ſo, ſic was his happ His Doublet was of Leather Full fine that day. The buff ſo boiſterouſly abaſed him That he to the earth duſh'd down; The other man ſo dead he left him, And fled out of the Town: The Wiffs came furth, and up the reſt him And found life in the lown: Then with their routs there they rais'd him, And cur'd him out of ſown; Suddenly. Frae hand that day. The Miller was of a manly Maik To moot him was no mowes, There durſt no ten men there him take So Knocked their pates. Nowed he their powes, The Ambuſhment. buſhment whole about him brake And bicked him with bowes: Then trayterouſly behinde his back They hack'd him on his Hamſtring'd him. Howes Behinde that day. Then Hutcheon with ane hazel ryce To Part them. red gan throw them rummel He Trod. mudled them down like any Myce, He was no bettle bummel: Though he was wight, he was not wiſe With ſuch matters to jummel, For from his thumb there flew a ſlyce While he cry'd barlafummel I'm ſlain this day. When that he ſaw his blood ſo red To flee might no man let him, He trow'd it had been for old Quarrell. feud He thought they bid have at him, He made his Ran away. feet defend his head The far fairer it ſat him, While he was paſt out of their plead They muſt run faſt that gat him Through ſpeed that day. Twa that were heardſmen of the Heard, They ruſh'd on other like ramms, The other fower that were unfear'd Beate on with Barrow Great levers. Tramms: And where their Mouthes unarmed. Gobs were unbegeard They gat upon the Leggs. Gamms, While that all blood-run was their beard As they had worried Lamb's Moſt like that day. With Forks and Flayls then let they flapps, And flew together with friggs, With Rafters. Kebbers of barns they pierc'd blew Capps While of the Berns they made Treading on their Children. briggs. The rore roſe rudely with their rapps When Poles were beaten to the ground. ruggs were laid on riggs The Wiffes came forth with cryes and clapps, See where my liking liggs Full low this day. The Cobler. black Sowter of breath was bounden, His wife hang by his waſte, His body was in black all branden, He girned like a Ghaiſt: Hir glittering haire that was ſo golden His love faſt for him lac't, That for her ſake he was ſoe Undone. unenden While he a mile was chac't And mair that day. When they had Fought. beerd like baited Bulls, The Banefires burn in Fiercely. bails, They grew as meek as any Mules That weary were with Mayls, For tyredneſſe thoſe forfoughten fools Fell down like flatchter Flakes of ſnow. fails, Freſh men came in and hayld the Fathers. Dods, And dang them down in dayls, Bedeene that day. The Wiffs then gave a hideous yell When all the Yonkers yoaked, As fierce as flaggs of fire fl • ks fell, Soon. Freiks to the fields they flocked: Then Clowas. Carls with clubs did other quell On breaſts while blood out Belch. bocked, So rudely rang the common bell That all the Steeple rocked For dread that day. By that Tom Taylor was in his Geare, When he heard the common bell, He ſaid that he ſhould put them all in sfeare When he came there himſel, He went to fight with ſuch a feare While to the ground he fell, A wiffe then hat him on the eare With a great knocking mell Feld him that day. The Bridegroom brought a pynt of Ale And bad the Pyper drink it, Drink it (qnoth he) and it ſo ſtale, I ſhrew me if I drink it. The Brides Maiden ſtood near him by And ſaid it was not Blinkit: And Bartagoſy the Bride ſo gay Upon them faſt ſhe winked Full ſoon that day. When all was done, Dick with an Axe Came forth to fell a Kill the whole party. Foother, Quoth he, where are you whoreſon Rogues. Smaicks Right now that hurt my Brother? His Wife bad him goe hame Gib Doting fool. Glaiks, And ſo did Meg his Mother; He turn'd and gave them both their Paiks, † Javelins. For he durſt ding none other But them that day. FINIS.