KING JAMES THE FIFTH.
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More romance is associated in the popular mind of Scotland with the career of James the Fifth than with that of any other of the romantic race of Stuart, except perhaps the last of the line, the hero of the ’45. For three centuries stories of the amours and escapades of “the Gudeman of Ballengeich” have formed the familiar tradition of the countryside; his exploits have been the subject of innumerable songs, ballads, and minstrel lays, from “The Jolly Beggar” itself, to “The Lady of the Lake”; and even at the present day the eye of a Scotsman kindles with lively reminiscence; at mention of the kindly “King of the Commons.”
Son of that gallant James who fell at Flodden, and of Margaret, the hot-blooded sister of Henry VIII., he might have been predicted to make for himself a life more eventful than that of most men. His time, besides, fell at a crisis in Scottish history—the meeting of the counter currents of the old order and the new in the Reformation. Whatever the causes, the fact remains that from his birth at Linlithgow on 10th April, 1512, till his death at Falkland on 14th December, 1542, the career of James V. presents a continuous series of personal episodes as dramatic as anything on the historic stage. Dating his reign from the most tragic disaster in Scottish history, he was crowned King of Scotland before he could speak, a month after his father’s death on the battlefield. Smiled on by the Muses in his cradle, his childish gambols have been made a sunny picture for all time by the verses of his childhood’s companion, one of the greatest of the national poets. Invested with the sceptre at twelve years of age, at sixteen he suddenly astonished his enemies by proving that he could wield it, making himself at one stroke and in a few hours absolute master of Scotland.
Nothing, perhaps, shows one side of the character of James—his decision, daring, and resolute energy—better than the transaction of the night in May, 1528, when, slipping the Douglas leash at Falkland, he galloped through the defiles of the Ochils with Jockie Hart, and appeared at once as unquestioned king among his nobles at Stirling. As energetic, however, and almost as dramatic were the young monarch’s measures for restoring order in his disordered realm. Under the Douglas usurpation every abuse had been rampant, might had everywhere overridden right, and outrage had everywhere scorched the land with sorrow and fire. Such a state of things was only to be righted by an iron hand, and if the acts of James have sometimes appeared severe to modern eyes, there can be no doubt that severity was needed. In particular, the young king’s descent upon the Border has been remembered in story and song.[743] Shutting up the Border lords beforehand in Edinburgh, he swept suddenly through Ettrick Forest, Eskdale, and Teviotdale, surprising freebooters like Cockburn of Henderland, Scott of Tushielaw, and Johnnie Armstrong, in their own fastnesses, and by the execution of swift, sharp justice reduced these lawless regions forthwith to tranquillity. Rebellions in the Orkneys and the Western Isles were quelled with tact and promptitude; the attempts of the Douglases upon the marches were met and defeated by superior force, and the insidious approaches of Henry VIII. were checkmated by sending a force of seven thousand Highlanders over seas to assist O’Donnel, the Irish chief, in his efforts to shake off the English yoke.
One incident in the life of James illustrates vividly the spirit of extravagant devotion which the character of the Stuarts from first to last seems to have been capable of exciting in their followers. During a royal progress through his dominions the young king was entertained by the Earl of Athole in a sumptuous palace of wood erected for the occasion on a meadow at the foot of Ben y Gloe. Hung with tapestries of silk and gold, and lit by windows of stained glass, this palace, surrounded by a moat and by towers of defence in the manner of a feudal castle, lodged the king more luxuriously than any of his own residences. Yet on the departure of the royal cavalcade the Earl, declaring that the palace which had lodged the sovereign should never be profaned by accommodating a subject, to the astonishment of the Papal legate who was present, ordered the whole fabric, with all that it contained, to be given to the flames.
It was at this period of his life that James engaged in most of those romantic adventures by which, under his assumed name of “the Gudeman of Ballengeich,” he is popularly remembered. He was as fearless as he was energetic, and upon tidings of misdeeds, however remote, he made no hesitation in getting instantly on horseback and spurring at the head of his small personal retinue to attack and punish the evil-doers. In these excursions he constantly shared extreme perils and privations with his followers. These and the perils of his too frequent intrigues with the fair daughters of his subjects form the burden of most of the traditions current regarding him. One of the most characteristic of these traditions is preserved by Scott in his Tales of a Grandfather, was used by the great romancist for the plot of “The Lady of the Lake,” and forms the subject of the favourite drama of “Cramond Brig.” Another, hardly less dramatic and amusing, also preserved by Scott, is that of James’s turning the tables upon Buchanan of Arnpryor, the bold “King of Kippen.”
None of his adventures, however, surpasses in romantic incident the weightier matter of the king’s own marriage. In the hope of withdrawing Scotland from the support of France in the great continental rivalry then going on, the Emperor Charles V. had in turn offered James alliance with his sister, the Queen of Hungary, his niece the daughter of the King of Denmark, and with a second niece the Princess Mary of Portugal; while Henry VIII. had offered his own daughter Mary to the young monarch. In one case the whole of Norway was offered by way of dowry. But James had a mind of his own on the subject, and was not to be tempted from the ancient policy of the country. Sir David Lyndsay was accordingly despatched to arrange a marriage with the daughter of the Duc de Vendôme, the head of the princely house of Bourbon. The treaty was all but concluded, when suddenly, among the attendants of some nobles freshly arrived from Scotland, the princess recognised James himself. Irking at his envoy’s delay he had hit upon this device for forming personal acquaintance with his bride, but his identity was betrayed by a portrait which he had previously sent her. For eight days he was sumptuously entertained by the Bourbons, but, dissatisfied in some way with the choice which had been made for him, he formed an excuse to visit the court of Francis I. There he fell in love with the king’s eldest daughter, the fragile Princess Magdalene. She, it appears, became also passionately attached to him, and, notwithstanding all obstacles—the warnings of the physicians and the reluctance of Francis to expose his daughter to an inhospitable climate, the two were married on 1st January, 1537, and after four months of rejoicings and utmost happiness sailed for Scotland. The gallant fleet of fifty ships sailed up the Firth of Forth on the 28th of May, and it is narrated that as she landed to pass to Holyrood the fair young queen stooped down and kissed the soil of her husband’s country.
This romantic method of royal match-making, however, must be considered to have cost James dear. His continued absence from the country had left room for the machinations of his enemies; his previous good fortune seemed, upon his return, to fail him; and worst of all, amid the increasing troubles of the time he seems to have been oppressed by a certain foreboding.
Forty days after landing, and while preparations were being made for her triumphal progress through the country, the seventeen-year-old queen died. “And,” says Lindsay of Pitscottie, “the king’s heavy moan that he made for her was greater than all the rest.” A second marriage, it is true, was, for political reasons, and with the approval of Francis, forthwith arranged for James, and in the summer of 1538 Marie, daughter of the Duc de Guise, was received with gallant display by her royal consort at St. Andrews. But three months later, news arrived from France that the daughter of the Duc de Vendôme had sickened of her disappointment, and was dead. “Quhairat,” to quote Pitscottie again, “when the King of Scotland got wit, he was highlie displeased (distressed), thinkand that he was the occasion of that gentlewoman’s death also.”
Meanwhile the intrigues of Henry VIII. and the banished Douglases had succeeded in corrupting a great part of the Scottish nobility. Twice was the life of James attempted; first by the Master of Forbes, a brother-in-law of the Earl of Angus, and next by Angus’s sister, Janet Douglas, Lady Glammis. With envious eyes and diminishing loyalty the Scottish nobles saw the English peers enriched by Henry’s distribution of the confiscated church lands, while James consistently refused to carry out the same plan of spoliation in Scotland. The climax of the young king’s troubles was reached in 1542. Hitherto Henry VIII., in his designs upon the independence of the northern kingdom, had confined himself to the arts of policy and bribery, suborning the trusted servants of the crown, and embroiling James between the rights of the church and the ambition of the nobles. Now, however, the time seemed ripe, and he sent the English forces openly across the Border. These were met and routed with courage and promptitude; and, overjoyed at his success, the Scottish king had made full preparations for retaliating, and was marching south at the head of his army, when at Fala his nobles suddenly refused to carry war into England, and forced him to abandon the campaign. This dishonour before his people, followed immediately by the disgraceful rout of a Scottish army at Solway Moss, broke the gallant young monarch’s heart. To add to his sorrows his two infant sons had died within a short time of each other. Upon hearing of the destruction of his troops he shut himself up in the palace of Falkland, where, overwhelmed with grief and despair, he sank under a burning fever. One hope still sustained him: the birth of an heir to the throne was hourly expected. On the 7th of December news arrived that the queen had been safely delivered. To the king’s eager question the messenger replied that the infant was “ane fair dochter.” “Is it so?” said James; “Fairweill! The crown cam with a lass, and it will gang with a lass.” Whereupon, in the quaint words of Pitscottie, “he commendit himselff to the Almightie God, and spak litle from thensforth, bot turned his back to his lords and his face to the wall.” On the 14th of December he passed away.
There exists an interesting description of James from the pen of Ronsard, who accompanied the queen from France and was a servant at the Scottish court.
Ce Roy d’Escosse etoit en la fleur de ses ans; Ses cheveux non tondues, comme fin or luisans, Cordonnez et crespez, flottans dessus sa face, Et, sur son cou de lait, luy donnoit bon grace. Son port etoit royal, son regard vigoureux, De vertus et d’honneur et de guerre amoureux; La douceur et la force illustroit son visage, Si que Venus et Mars en avoient fait partage.
Not yet thirty-one years of age at his death, and notwithstanding the corrupting influences to which in early youth he had been purposely exposed by the Douglases, James had shown himself a noble and active prince. Had he gone with the tide and consented to gratify his courtiers with the plunder of the monasteries, like Henry VIII., his reign might have been less troubled and his memory less maligned by interested historians. He has been chiefly accused of an unrelenting severity towards members of the house of Douglas, and of cruelty in assenting to the death of Lady Glammis. Buchanan’s assertion, however, of the innocence of this lady, though followed by many historians, has been sufficiently answered by Tytler;[744] and James’s consistent refusal to show favour to the Douglases can be blamed by no one who takes into consideration the king’s early treatment by that house, the insult and ravage with which they met his assumption of power, their persistent attempts to undermine his authority and take his life, and the final success which, by his death in the prime of manhood, finally crowned their efforts. Like his ancestor, the first of his name, James succeeded for a time in making “the bush keep the cow” in Scotland, and had he only been moderately supported by those who should have been his lieutenants, there can be no doubt that he would presently have made his realm a model of just administration. As it is, his reign must be honourably remembered for what he accomplished in this direction, and for the wise laws which he made for the restraint of feudal violence. A monument of his administrative power exists in the establishment of the College of Justice, which, under the name of the Court of Session, remains the supreme tribunal of Scotland to the present day.
But there is reason for believing that James the Fifth left evidence of genius in another field. Drummond of Hawthornden in his History (p. 346) states that “James V. was naturally given to poesie, as many of his works yet extant testifie.” Bellenden in his prologue to Livy thus addresses the king:
And ye, my soverane, be line continewall Ay cum of kingis youre progenitouris, And writis in ornate stile poeticall Quik-flowand vers of rethorik cullouris, Sa freschlie springand in youre lusty flouris To the gret comfort of all trew Scottismen, Be now my Muse and ledare of my pen.
And one of Lyndsay’s poems, the “Answer maid to the Kingis Flyting” leaves no doubt on the subject. The writer begins by stating that he has read the monarch’s “ragment,” and he ends with a compliment on the royal verse:
Now, Schir, fairweill, because I can nocht flyte; And thocht I could I wer nocht till avance, Aganis your ornate meter to indyte.
The fame of James V.’s poetical talents is even understood to have spread as far as Italy, and to have led to his mention by Ariosto.[745]
Four separate poems attributed to James are extant at the present day—“Peblis to the Play,” “Christis Kirk on the Grene,” “The Gaberlunzieman,” and “The Jolly Beggar.” The authorship of the last two of these has at no time been seriously questioned. The authenticity of “Peblis to the Play” and “Christis Kirk,” however, has been the subject of considerable debate, some critics assigning these two poems to James the First. The evidence on both sides may be briefly stated.
John Mair, who wrote his history De Gestis Scotorum in 1518, states that James I., among his other compositions, wrote a pleasant and skilful song, “At Beltayn,” which, since the original was inaccessible, certain persons had sought to counterfeit. It happens that the opening stanza of “Peblis to the Play” begins with “At Beltane.” This, with the fact of the poem’s mention in “Christis Kirk,” forms the chief plea for attributing “Peblis to the Play” to James I. Next, the earliest known copy of “Christis Kirk,” that in the Bannatyne MS. (1568), is subscribed “Quod K. James the First.” This is the only external evidence for ascribing the poem to that monarch. On the other hand, by those who dispute the authorship of James I., the slightness of Mair’s evidence regarding “Peblis to the Play,” and the presumption of Bannatyne’s blundering regarding “Christis Kirk,” have been dwelt upon. “At Beltayn,” it is remarked, was in the sixteenth century, by Mair’s own statement, a hackneyed opening to a poem; while, as for Bannatyne’s colophon, it is pointed out that in the title of the next poem but one in his collection he writes “James the Fyift,” or as some read it, “the Fyrst,” in mistake for James the Fourth, and he may have made a similar error in regard to “Christis Kirk.” In support of this view it is asserted[746] that by common tradition, previous to the discovery of the Bannatyne MS., these poems were invariably attributed to James V.; and this assertion is supported by the usage of the early writers, Dempster in the beginning of the seventeenth century, Bishop Gibson in 1691, and James Watson in 1706. The authority of these writers, however, no less than that of common tradition, has in turn been questioned by the supporters of the claim of James I.,[747] and it has been pointed out that in Maitland’s MS. (1585) no name is appended to “Peblis to the Play,” an omission which, it is suggested, could hardly have occurred had Maitland known James V. to be the author. But again, in support of James V. it may reasonably be urged that the important poem of “Christis Kirk” is mentioned in their histories neither by Mair nor by Bellenden when dealing with James I.; that that king is not even mentioned among the makars by Dunbar in his famous “Lament”; that none of the four poems is to be found in the MS. of John Asloan, written before James V.’s time, in 1515; and that while Lyndsay in his earlier composition, the prologue to the “Papyngo,” in 1530,[748] makes no mention of James I. as a reputed author, in 1538, in his “Justyng betuix Watsoun and Barbour,” he pays “Christis Kirk” the compliment of copying several conspicuous expressions,[749] the natural inference being that “Christis Kirk” was not composed before the former year. On the whole, therefore, the external evidence may be considered almost evenly balanced. The internal evidence is somewhat more delicate.
The familiarity with peasant manners and character which both poems display had been made much of as an argument. This, however, can be held to prove nothing, since both James I. and James V. are said to have had the habit of wandering among their subjects in disguise. Neither can the language of the compositions be taken as of much account. The more antique words, as in the expressions, “Ye sall pay at ye aucht,” “He hydis tyt,” and “On thame swyth,” are paralleled by James V.’s contemporaries, Douglas and Lyndsay, and probably lingered late in the use of the common people whom the poems describe; while, on the other hand, more modern words, like “ane,” “quha” (in the sense of “who”),[750] “began,” and “happenis” (halfpence), which might be used to support the claims of James V., may be accounted for by changes introduced in transcription. An ingenious argument has been adduced from the use, or rather misuse of archery in “Christis Kirk.”[751] James I., it appears, upon his return from captivity, made a law compelling the constant practice of the bow; and it has been suggested that that king, wishing to fortify the statutes of law by the aid of ridicule, wrote the poem as a satire upon the clumsiness of the Scottish peasantry in the use of the weapon. The same critics aver further that archery had become obsolete in the time of James V., hagbut and arquebus having taken its place. The argument, however, appears somewhat conjectural. According to Barbour’s Bruce the bow was one of the chief Scottish weapons of war from the earliest times, and an island in Loch Lomond still bears the yew-trees said to have been planted by King Robert for its supply; while so late as the time of Queen Mary the bow remained a favourite weapon in the field of sport, if not in the field of battle.[752] A serious obstacle in the way of attributing these poems to James I. has been pointed out by Professor Skeat in the lateness of their style and metre. He remarks, as an instance, that in stanza 19 of “Peblis to the Play” we find stokks rhymed with ox, whereas in the time of James I. the plural of stok was stokkis.[753] Further, he remarks, “It will be found by no means easy to point out any undoubted example of the use of the rollicking metre (of these poems) anterior to the year 1450; whereas James I. died in 1437.” Another point might be made of the fact that poems of this burlesque description seem to have been greatly in vogue about James V.’s time. It is enough to cite “The Tournament of Tottenham” printed by Percy, Dunbar’s “Justis betuix the Tailyour and the Sowtar,” Lyndsay’s “Justing betuix James Watsoun and Jhone Barbour,” and Scot’s “Justing at the Drum.” The most cogent argument, however, should naturally be one derived from the general tone of the poems. On this point one writer, Guest, in his English Rhythms, has said, “One can hardly suppose those critics serious who attribute this song (‘Christis Kirk’) to the moral and sententious James I.”; and Professor Skeat has added that “while there is no resemblance to ‘The Kingis Quair’ discoverable (in these poems), there is a marked dissimilarity in the tone, in the vocabulary, and in the metre.” On the other hand, it is to be observed that the style and strain of humour, both of “Peblis to the Play” and of “Christis Kirk,” resemble as closely as possible those of “The Gaberlunzieman” and “The Jolly Beggar,” which have always been attributed to James V., while they are also in entire keeping with what is known of the actual humour and temper of that king.
Absolute proof of the authorship, it must be admitted, is wanting, but upon the whole the available evidence appears to favour James V.; the majority of the critics, from Warton and Ritson to Stopford Brooke, have favoured this view; and, to quote Sibbald, “it appears safer in this instance to trust to vulgar tradition than to the ipse dixit of Bannatyne, who seems to have had but an indistinct notion of our different kings of the name of James.”
The earliest and best copy of “Christis Kirk on the Grene” is that contained in Bannatyne’s MS., now made available by the Hunterian Club. The poem is also contained in the Maitland MS., from which it was printed by Pinkerton in his Ancient Scottish Poems (Appendix II., 444). “Peblis to the Play” is also contained in the Maitland folio, and was printed from it by Pinkerton in his Select Scottish Ballads in 1783. Of both poems there have been many other editions. Most of these, however, contain texts very much corrupted, and none of the editors except Pinkerton appears to have seen the Maitland MS. “The Gaberlunzieman” and “The Jolly Beggar” have shared the haphazard fortune of their sister compositions, and in their case it is more difficult to ascertain a standard text. All four pieces are printed in the Perth edition of “The Works of James I.”, 1786, though the editor mentions that “The Gaberlunzieman” and “The Jolly Beggar” are commonly ascribed to James V. In the present volume “The Gaberlunzieman” follows the text given in Percy’s Reliques of Ancient English Poetry, while “The Jolly Beggar” follows that in Ritson’s Scottish Songs.
“Christis Kirk” has for several hundred years been one of the most popular of Scottish poems. Dr. Irving cites as a proof of its fame and popularity in the eighteenth century the lines of Pope:
One likes no language but the Faery Queen; A Scot will fight for Christ’s Kirk o’ the Green.
As an illustration of ancient rustic humour and a description of low manners in its time it remains perhaps the best thing in the language. The only composition which competes with it for the first place in its class is the “Jolly Beggars” of Robert Burns. The two additional cantos which Allan Ramsay wrote for it in no way approach the spontaneity and boisterous energy of the original poem.
“Peblis to the Play” deals with a similar subject in similar manner, and has generally been considered to possess less merit than “Christis Kirk.” It certainly falls short of the riotous uproar of its companion piece, and beats the air throughout with a gentler wing; but its touches describing traits of rustic character are not less deft, the humour is here and there of a tenderer sort, and the subject displays more variety. The poem presents an admirable picture of the day’s enjoyment of rustic lads and lasses at a country fair, and is not the less artistic for its touch of rustic pathos near the end.
“The Gaberlunzieman” and “The Jolly Beggar” are said by tradition to celebrate two of James V.’s own adventures with country girls. It must be acknowledged that they are quite in keeping with the legends current regarding the too gallant monarch. One such tradition, recorded by Percy, narrates how the king used to visit a smith’s daughter at Niddry, near Edinburgh; but it is not known whether the intrigue with her had any connection with either of the poems. Whatever the facts of the case, the two compositions remain unsurpassed examples of a certain typical, pawky vein of Scottish humour. “The Jolly Beggar,” besides, contains in burlesque miniature all the essentials of a romantic drama.
Upon the strength of these four compositions a place may be claimed for James V. in the first rank of the writers of humorous pastoral poetry—poetry which finds its inspiration in the actual common life of the people. In this department the king has been rivalled, though hardly surpassed, only by the inspired peasant, Burns himself. Regarding the vitality of his work a trenchant remark has recently been made by one of the foremost critics of the day.[754] “While much of the contemporary and earlier poetry of Scotland,” he says, “is now read only as an historical illustration of the development of literature, that of James V., if he really wrote the gay pieces attributed to him, is read for its native merit.”
PEBLIS TO THE PLAY.
At Beltane,[755] quhen ilk bodie bownis[756] To Peblis to the play, To heir the singin’ and the soundis, The solace, suth to say; Be firth[757] and forrest furth they found[758], Thay graythit[759] tham full gay; God wait that wald thay do that stound[760], For it was thair feist day, Thay said, Of Peblis to the play. All the wenchis of the west War up or the cok crew; For reiling[761] thair micht na man rest, For garray and for glew[762]. Ane said “My curches[763] ar nocht prest!” Than answerit Meg full blew[764], “To get an hude I hald it best.” “Be Goddis saull that is true!” Quod scho[765], Of Peblis to the play. She tuik the tippet[766] be the end; To lat it hing scho leit not[767]. Quod he, “Thy bak sall beir ane bend[768];” “In faith,” quod she, “we meit not!” Scho was so guckit and so gend[769] That day ane byt scho eit nocht. Than spak hir fallowis that hir kend[770], “Be still, my joy, and greit not[771], Now, Of Peblis to the play!” “Evir, allace!” than said scho, “Am I nocht cleirlie tynt[772]? I dar nocht cum yon mercat[773] to, I am so evvil sone-brint[774]. Amang you merchands my dudds do[775], Marie; I sall anis mynt[776] Stand of far and keik[777] thaim to, As I at hame was wont,” Quod scho, Of Peblis to the play. Hop, calye, and cardronow[778] Gaderit out thik-fald[779]; With “hey and how rohumbelow” The young folk were full bald. The bagpipe blew, and thai out-threw[780] Out of the townis untald[781]. Lord, sic ane schout was thame amang Quhen thai were ower the wald[782], Thair west, Of Peblis to the play! Ane young man stert in-to that steid[783] Als cant[784] as ony colt, Ane birken hat upon his heid, With ane bow and ane bolt; Said “Mirrie madinis, think not lang[785], The wedder is fair and smolt[786]:” He cleikit up ane hie ruf sang[787]; “Thair fure[788] ane man to the holt[789],” Quod he, Of Peblis to the play. Thay had nocht gane half of the gait[790] Quhen the madinis come upon thame; Ilk ane man gaif his consait[791] How at[792] thai wald dispone[793] thame. Ane said, “The fairest fallis me; Tak ye the laif[794] and fone[795] thame.” Ane-uther said “Wys lat me be! On, Twedell syd, and on thame Swyth[796]! Of Peblis to the play.” Than he to-ga and scho to-ga[797], And never ane bad abyd you. Ane winklot[798] fell, and her taill up, “Wow,” quod Malkin[799], “hyd yow! Quhat neidis you to maik it sua[800]? Yon man will not ourryd[801] you.” “Ar ye owr gude[802],” quod scho, “I say, To lat thame gang[803] besyd yow, Yonder, Of Peblis to the play?” Than thai come to the townis end Withouttin more delai, He befoir, and scho befoir, To see quha was maist gay. All that luikit thame upon Leuche[804] fast at thair array: Sum said that thai were merkat folk, Sum said the Quene of May Was cumit[805] Of Peblis to the play. Than thai to the taverne hous With meikle oly[806] prance; Ane spak wi’ wourdis wonder crous[807] “A done[808] with ane mischance!” “Braid up the burde,” he hydis tyt[809], “We ar all in ane trance[810]. Se that our napre be quhyt[811], For we will dyn and daunce Thair out, Of Peblis to the play.” Ay as the gudwyf[812] brocht in, Ane scorit upon the wauch[813]. Ane bad pay, ane-ither said “Nay, Byd quhill we rakin our lauch[814].” The gud-wyf said, “Have ye na dreid; Ye sall pay at ye aucht[815].” Ane young man start upon his feit, And he began to lauche[816], For heydin[817] Of Peblis to the play. He gat ane trincheour in his hand And he began to compt; “Ilk man twa and are happenie[818]! To pay thus we war wount.” Ane-uther stert upon his feit, And said “Thow art our blunt[819] To tak sic office upoun hand! Be God thow servite ane dunt[820] Of me, Of Peblis to the play.” “Ane dunt,” quod he, “quhat dewil is that? Be God, yow dar not du’d!” He stert till ane broggit stauf[821], Wincheand as he war woode[822]. All that hous was in an reirde[823]: Ane cryit, “The halie rude! Help us, Lord, upon this erde[824], That thair be spilt na blude Heirin, Of Peblis to the play!” Thay thrang out at the dure at anis, Withouttin ony reddin[825]. Gilbert in ane gutter glayde[826]— He gat na better beddin. Thair wes not ane of thame that day Wald do ane-utheris biddin: Thairby lay thre and threttie-sum[827] Thrunland[828] in ane midding Off draff[829], Of Peblis to the play. Ane cadgear on the mercat gait[830] Hard thame bargane[831] begin; He gaiff ane schout, his wyff came out; Scantlie scho micht ourhye[832] him.[833] He held, scho drew, for dust that day Micht na man se ane styme[834] To red[835] thame Of Peblis to the play. He stert to his greit gray meir, And of he tumblit the creilis. “Alace!” quod scho, “hald our gude-man!” And on hir knees scho kneilis. “Abyd,” quod scho; “Why, nay,” quod he; In-till his stirrapis he lap[836]; The girding[837] brak, and he flew of, And upstart bayth his heilis At anis[838], Of Peblis to the play. His wyf came out, and gaif ane schout And be the fute scho gat him; All bedirtin[839] drew him out; “Lord God, richt weil that sat[840] him!” He said, “Quhare is yon cubroun[841] knaif?” Quod scho, “I reid[842] ye, lat him Gang hame his gaites[843].” “Be God,” quod he, “I sall anis have at him Yit, Of Peblis to the play.” “Ye fylit[844] me, fy for schame!” quod scho; “Se as[845] ye have drest[846] me! How feil ye, schir?” “As my girdin brak, Quhat meikle[847] devil may lest[848] me. I wait[849] weil quhat; it wes My awin gray meir that kest me, Or gif I wes forfochtin[850] faynt, And syn[851] lay doun to rest me Yonder, Of Peblis to the play.” Be that[852] the bargane was all playit; The stringis stert out of thair nokks[853]; Sevin-sum that the tulye[854] maid Lay gruffling[855] in the stokks. John Jacksoun of the nether warde Had lever have giffin[856] an ox Or[857] he had cuming in that cumpanie, He sware be Goddis lockkis And mannis bayth, Of Peblis to the play. With that Will Swane come sueitand out, Ane meikle miller man; “Gif I sall dance have donn[858], lat se, Blaw up the bagpyp than! The schamou’s dance[859] I mon begin I trow it sall not pane.” So hevelie he hockit[860] about, To see him, Lord, as[861] thai ran That tyd, Of Peblis to the play! Thay gadderit out of the toun[862], And neirar him thai dreuche; Ane bade gif the daunsaris rowme; Will Swane makis wounder teuche[863]. Than all the wenschis Te he! thai playit; But, Lord, as Will Young leuche[864]! “Gude gossip, come hyn your gaitis[865], For we have daunsit aneuche[866] At anis At Peblis at the play.” Sa ferslie fyr-heit[867] wes the day His face began to frekill. Than Tisbe[868] tuik him by the hand, Wes new cuming fra the Seckill. “Allace!” quod scho, “quhat sall I do? And our doure hes na stekill[869]!” And scho to-ga[870] as hir taill brynt, And all the cairlis to kekill[871] At hir, Of Peblis to the play. The pyper said, “Now I begin To tyre for playing to, Bot yit I have gottin naething For all my pyping to you. Thre happenis for half ane day, And that will not undo you; And gif ye will gif me richt nocht[872] The meikill devill gang wi’ you!” Quod he, Of Peblis to the play. Be that the daunsing wes all done, Thair leif tuik les and mair; Quhen the winklottis and the wawarris twynit[873] To se it was hart sair. Wat Atkin said to fair Ales[874], “My bird[875], now I will fayr.” The dewil a wourde that scho might speik, Bot swownit that sweit of swair[876] For kyndnes, Of Peblis to the play. He sippilit[877] lyk ane faderles fole; “And be still, my sweit thing!” “Be the halyrud of Peblis I may nocht rest for greting[878].” He quhissillit and he pypit bayth To mak hir blyth that meiting: “My hony part, how sayis the sang, ‘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. Thair men micht heir schriken of chaftis[879] Quhen that thai went thair way. Had thair bein mair made of this sang Mair suld I to yow say. At Beltane ilka bodie bownd To Peblis to the play.
CHRYSTIS KIRK ON THE GRENE.[880]
Was nevir in Scotland hard nor sene Sic dansing nor deray[881], Nowthir at Falkland on the grene Nor Peblis at the play, As wes of wowaris[882], as I wene[883], 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 wer so nyss[890] quhen men thame nicht[891] 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]; Scho compt[902] him nocht twa clokkis[903]; 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. Platfute[912] he bobbit vp with bendis[913]; 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; He chesit a flane[926] as did affeir[927] 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], Tilt[938] vp a taikle withowttin tary[939], 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, And flang[955] togiddir lyk friggis[956]; 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, Quhen rungis[961] wes layd on riggis[962]; 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. Heich[971] Hucheoun, with a hissill ryss[972], To red[973] can throw thame rummill[974]; He mudlet[975] thame doun lyk ony myss[976], 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; He wend[983] it bene for auld done feid[984], 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. The toun sowtar[987] in greif wes bowdin[988], 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 And bikkerit[995] him with bowis[996], 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; Than followit feymen[998] rycht on affeird[999], 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: Tha cairlis[1007] with clubbis cowd vder quell[1008], 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], And dang[1016] thame doun in dailis[1017] Be-dene[1018], 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.
THE GABERLUNZIEMAN.[1024]
The pauky[1025] auld carle came ovir the lee, Wi’ mony good-e’ens and days to mee, Saying, “Goodwife, for zour courtesie, Will ze lodge a silly[1026] poor man?” The night was cauld, the carle was wat, And down azont[1027] the ingle he sat; My dochter’s shoulders he gan to clap, And cadgily[1028] ranted and sang. “O wow!” quo he, “were I as free As first when I saw this countrie, How blyth and merry wad I bee! And I wad nevir think lang[1029].” He grew canty[1030] and she grew fain, But little did her auld minny ken[1031] What thir slee twa togither were sayn When wooing they were sa thrang[1032]. “And O!” quo he, “ann[1033] ze were as black As evir the crown o’ your dadye’s hat ’Tis I wad lay thee by my back, And awa wi’ me thou sould gang[1034]!” “And O!” quoth she, “ann I were as whyte As evir the snaw lay on the dike Ild clead me braw[1035] and lady-like, And awa wi’ thee Ild gang!” Between the twa was made a plot, They raise a wee[1036] before the cock, And wyliely they shot the lock, And fast to the bent[1037] are they gane. Up the morn the auld wife raise, And at her leisure put on her claiths, Syne to the servants’ bed she gaes To speir[1038] for the silly poor man. She gaed[1039] to the bed whair the beggar lay; The strae was cauld, he was away; Scho clapt her hands, cry’d “Dulefu’ day! For some of our geir[1040] will be gane.” Some ran to coffer and some to kist[1041], But nought was stown[1042] that could be mist. She danced her lane[1043], cry’d “Praise be blest! I have lodg’d a leal[1044] poor man.” “Since naithing’s awa, as we can learn, The kirn’s to kirn[1045] and milk to earn; Gae butt[1046] the house, lass, and waken my bairn, And bid her come quickly ben[1047].” The servant gaed where the dochter lay— The sheets was cauld, she was away; And fast to her goodwife can say[1048], “She’s aff with the gaberlunzieman.” “O fy gar ride[1049], and fy gar rin, And haste ze, find these traiters agen! For shee’s be burnt, and hee’s be slein, The wearifou[1050] gaberlunzieman!” Some rade upo’ horse, some ran a-fit[1051]; The wife was wood[1052], and out o’ her wit; She could na gang, not yet could she sit But ay did curse and did ban. Mean-time far hind, out owre[1053] the lee, Fu’ snug in a glen where nane could see, The twa, with kindlie sport and glee, Cut frae a new cheese a whang[1054]. The prieving[1055] was gude, it pleas’d them baith; To lo’e her for ay he gae her his aith. Quo she, “To leave thee I will be laith, My winsome gaberlunzieman. “O kend my minny I were wi’ zou, Ill-fardly[1056] wald she crook her mou’. Sic a poor man sheld nevir trow[1057] Aftir the gaberlunzieman.” “My dear,” quo he, “zee’re zet owre zonge, And hae na learnt the beggar’s tonge, To follow me frae toun to toun, And carrie the gaberlunzie on: “Wi’ kauk and keel[1058] I’ll win zour bread, And spindles and whorles[1059] for them wha need— Whilk is a gentil trade indeed, The gaberlunzie to carrie O! I’ll bow[1060] my leg and crook my knee, And draw a black clout[1061] owre my e’e; A criple or blind they will cau me, While we sall sing and be merry O!”
THE JOLLY BEGGAR.
There was a jolly beggar, and a-begging he was boun[1062], And he took up his quarters in-to a land’art town[1063], And we’ll gang nae mair a roving Sae late in-to the night; And we’ll gang nae mair a roving, boys, Let the moon shine ne’er so bright. He wad neither ly in barn, nor yet wad he in byre; But in ahint[1064] the ha’ door, or else afore the fire. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. The beggar’s bed was made at e’en wi’ good clean straw and hay, And in ahint the ha’ door, and there the beggar lay. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. Up raise the goodman’s dochter and for to bar the door, And there she saw the beggar standin’ i’ the floor. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. He took the lassie in his arms, and to the bed he ran, O hooly[1065], hooly wi’ me, sir, ye’ll waken our goodman. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. The beggar was a cunnin’ loon, and ne’er a word he spake Until he got his turn done, syne he began to crack[1066]. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. “Is there ony dogs into this toun? maiden, tell me true.” “And what wad ye do wi’ them, my hinny and my dow[1067]?” And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. “They’ll rive a’ my meal pocks, and do me meikle wrang.”[1068] “O dool[1069] for the doing o’t! are ye the poor man?” And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. Then she took up the meal pocks, and flang them o’er the wa’; “The deil gae wi’ the meal pocks, my maidenhead, and a’!” And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. “I took ye for some gentleman, at least the laird of Brodie; O dool for the doing o’t! are ye the poor bodie?” And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. He took the lassie in his arms, and gae her kisses three, And four and twenty hunder merk[1070] to pay the nurice-fee[1071]. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. He took a horn frae his side, and blew baith loud and shrill, And four and twenty belted knights came skipping o’er the hill. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. And he took out his little knife, loot a’ his duddies[1072] fa’; And he was the brawest gentleman that was amang them a’. And we’ll gang nae mair, &c. The beggar was a cliver loon, and he lap shoulder height: “O, ay for sicken[1073] quarters as I gat yesternight!” And we’ll gang nae mair, &c.