A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

So hevelie he hockit * about
To se him. Lord,, as thai ran
That tyd.
Of Peblis to the Play
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Thay gadderit out of the toun
And neirar liim thai dreuche; t
Ane bade gif the daunsaris rowme.
Will Swane makis wounder teuche.
Than all the wenschis, " Te he !" thai playit j
But, Lord, as Will Young leuche
'^ Gude gossip, come hyn your gaitis.
For we have daunsit aneuche
At anis
At Peblis at the Play.'*
So ferslie fyr-heit :|: wes the day
His face began to frekill.
Than Tisbe tuik him by the hand,
(Was new cuming frae the Seckill)
" Allace !" quod scho, '^ quhat sail I do ?
And our dom-e hes na stekill/'
And scho to ga as hir taill brynt
And all the cairlis to kekill
At hir.
Of Peblis to the Play.
The pyper said, " Now I begin
To tyre for playing to
Bot yit I have gottin nathing
For all my pyping to you ;
Thre happenis for half ane day
And that will not undo you
^Hobbled f Drew \j: Fire-hot
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