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 8 CHRIST'S KIRK Canto I Her glittering hair that was fae gowden, Sae had in love him lac'd, That for her fake he was not youden, While he a mile was' chac'd, 144 And mair that day.

The miller was a manly make, To meet him was nae mows; There durft nae tenſome there him take, Sae knoyted he their pows: The buſhment hale about him brake, And bicker'd him wi' bows; Syne trait'rouſly behind his back, They hew'd him on the hows 152 Behind that day.

Twa that were headſmen of the herd, On ither ran like rams, They follow'd, ſeeming right unfear'd, Beat on with barrow-trams: 156 But where their gabs they were ungear'd They get upon the gams; While bloody barkned was their beards, As they had worried lambs, 160 Maift like that day.

The wives keift up a hideous yell, When all theſe younkers yoked; As fierce as flags of fire-flaught fell, Frieks to the field they flocked; 164 The carles wi' clubs did others quell On breaſts, while blood out bocked; Sae rudely rang the common bell, That a'the ſteeple rocked, 168 For dread that day.

143. Not youden,) Not tired. 752. They hew'd him on the hous) Threw him on his back by ſtriking him on the hows, i e. houghs 164. Frieks.) Young fellows. 166, Out-bocked.) Guſh'd out