Of a Dance in the Quenis Chalmer

Schir Jhon SINCLAIR begowthe to dance,
For he was new cum owt of France ;
For ony thing that he do mycht,
The ane futt ȝeid ay onrycht,
And to the tother wald not gree.
Quoth ane, " Tak vp the Quenis knycht : "
A mirrear Dance mycht na man see.

Than cam in Maister Robert Scha :
He leuket as he culd lern tham a;
Bot ay his ane futt did wawer,
He stackerit lyk ane strummall awer,
That hap schackellit war abone the kne :
To seik fra Sterling to Stranawer,
A mirrear Daunce mycht na man see.

Than cam in the Maister Almaser,
Ane hommilty jommeltye juffler,
Lyk a stirk stackarand in the ry;
His hippis gaff mony hiddouss cry.
John Bute the Fule said, " Wa es me !
He is bedirtin, — Fy ! fy ! "
A mirrear Dance mycht na man se.

Than cam in Dunbar the Mackar;
On all the flwre thair was nane frackar,
And thair he daunset the dirrye dantoun ;
He hoppet lyk a pillie wantoun,
For luff of Mwsgraeffe, men tellis me ;
He trippet, quhill he tint his pantoun :
A mirrear Dance mycht na man se.

Than cam in Maestriss Mwsgraeffe ;
Scho mycht hef lernit all the laeffe ;
Quhen I saw hir sa trimlye dance,
Hir guid conwoy and countenance,
Than, for hir saek, I wissitt to be
The grytast erle, or duik, in France :
A mirrear Dance mycht na man see.

Than cam in Dame Dountebour ;
God waitt gif that scho loukit sour !
Scho maid sic morgeownis with hir hippis,
For lauchter nain mycht hald thair lippis ;
Quhen scho was danceand bysselye,
Ane blast of wind soun fra hir slippis :
A mirrear Dance mycht na man see.

Quhen thair was cum in fywe or sax,
The Quenis Dog begowthe to rax ;
And of his band he maid a bred,
And to the danceing soun he him maid ;
Quhou mastew-lyk about ȝeid he !
He stinckett lyk a tyk, sum said :
A mirrear Dance mycht na man se.

Quod Dumbar of a dance in the Quenis chalmer.