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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.

Quoth ane, Tak up the Quenis knycht:

A mirrear Dance mycht na man see.

Than cam in Maister :

He luikit as he culd lern tham a;

Bot ay his ane futt did waver,

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 ,

Ane hommelty-jommelty juffeller,

Lyk a stirk stackarand in the ry;

His hippis gaff mony hiddouss cry.

the Fule said, Wa is me!

He is bedirtin,—Fy! fy!

A mirrear Dance mycht na man see.