A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc
32G : ; ; The first It smelt sae sappelie. To touche the lave he did nocht greine ^' The devil cut off thair hands," quoth he, *' That fiird ye a' sa fow yestrene !" He trailit the fowll sheites down the gait, Thocht to haif waschet thame on a stane The burne was risen grit of spait. Away fra him the slieitis has tane. Then up he gat on ane know heid. : ; ; On hir to cry, on hir to schout Scho hard him, and scho hard him not, Bot stoutly steirid the etottis about. Scho draif al day unto the nicht Scho lousit tlie pleuch, and syne came hame: Scho fand all wrang that sould bene richt I trow the man thocht richt grit schame. Quoth he, " My office I forsaik For all the dayis of my lyfe ; For I wald put ane house to wraik. Had I bene twenty dayis gudwife." Quoth scho, " Weil meit ye bruke your place^ For trewlie I will nevir accep it :" Quoth he, " Feind fall the lyaris face, Bot yit ye may be blyth to git it." Then up scho gate ane mekle rung. And the gudman maid to the doir Quoth he, " Deme I sail hald my tung. For an we fecht I'll get the woir." Quoth he, " Quhen I forsuik my pleuch, I trow I but forsuik my sell And I will to my pleuch agane. For I and this hous will neir do wdl." :
'327 THE FREIRS OF BERWIK. [The dissolute lives of the priests in the 15th and 16th centuries, afforded ample scope to the satirists and poets of that period, to whose writings, aided by the dissemina- tion of knowledge by means of printing, the overturn of the established faith may be attributed. By placing the follies of the ministers of religion in a ludicrous light, contempt was thus brought on the whole order, which the exemplary piety of some could neither wipe away, nor stem the torrent that swept them from the country. la this tale the loose morals of the superior of an abbey of gray friars brings him into a disgraceful situation, being forced to conceal himself from an honest countryman, whose wife he had seduced by gifts and pi-esents. He had taken the opportunity while the husband was absent from home on business to visit the wife, bringing along with him wine and provisions, intending to spend the night in sumptuous debauch. The unexpected knockicg at the gate of Symon the husband, disconcerts his plans, puts him into fear lest he should be discovered, and he is fain to hide himself under a kneading-trough; the wife mean time hurries from the table all the dainties, and retires to her bed, feigning not to hear her husband till be calls to her from under the window of the chamber where she slept. On gaining admittance, hungry and cold, he
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32G<br />
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The first It smelt sae sappelie.<br />
To touche the lave he did nocht greine<br />
^' The devil cut <strong>of</strong>f thair h<strong>and</strong>s," quoth he,<br />
*' That fiird ye a' sa fow yestrene !"<br />
He trailit the fowll sheites down the gait,<br />
Thocht to haif waschet thame on a stane<br />
The burne was risen grit <strong>of</strong> spait.<br />
Away fra him the slieitis has tane.<br />
Then up he gat on ane know heid.<br />
: ; ;<br />
On hir to cry, on hir to schout<br />
Scho hard him, <strong>and</strong> scho hard him not,<br />
Bot stoutly steirid the etottis about.<br />
Scho draif al day unto the nicht<br />
Scho lousit tlie pleuch, <strong>and</strong> syne came hame:<br />
Scho f<strong>and</strong> all wrang that sould bene richt<br />
I trow the man thocht richt grit schame.<br />
Quoth he, " My <strong>of</strong>fice I forsaik<br />
For all the dayis <strong>of</strong> my lyfe ;<br />
For I wald put ane house to wraik.<br />
Had I bene twenty dayis gudwife."<br />
Quoth scho, " Weil meit ye bruke your place^<br />
For trewlie I will nevir accep it :"<br />
Quoth he, " Feind fall the lyaris face,<br />
Bot yit ye may be blyth to git it."<br />
Then up scho gate ane mekle rung.<br />
And the gudman maid to the doir<br />
Quoth he, " Deme I sail hald my tung.<br />
For an we fecht I'll get the woir."<br />
Quoth he, " Quhen I forsuik my pleuch,<br />
I trow I but forsuik my sell<br />
And I will to my pleuch agane.<br />
For I <strong>and</strong> this hous will neir do wdl."<br />
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