OF A DANCE IN THE QUENIS CHALMER.
Schir Jhon Sinclair begowthe to dance,
For he was new cum out of France;
For ony thing that he do mycht,
The ane futt yeid ay unrycht,
And to the tother wald not gree. 5
Quoth ane, Tak up the Quenis knycht:
A mirrear Dance mycht na man see.
Than cam in Maister Robert Schaw:
He luikit as he culd lern tham a;
Bot ay his ane futt did waver, 10
He stakkerit lyke ane strummell aver,
That hap schakkellit abone the kné:
To seik fra Strivilling to Stranaver,
A mirrear Daunce mycht na man see.
Than cam in the Maister Almaser, 15
Ane hommelty-jommelty juffeller,
Lyk a stirk stackarand in the ry;
His hippis gaff mony hiddouss cry.
John Bute the Fule said, Wa is me!
He is bedirtin,—Fy! fy! 20
A mirrear Dance mycht na man see.
