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THE HALLOW FAIR.
There’s iouth o’ braw Jockies and Jennies,
Comes rveel buskit into the fair,
Wi’ ribbons on their cockernonies,
And f’outl) o’ fine flour in their hair.
O Maggie was ne'er sae weel busked,
Syn* Willie was tied to his bride $
The j»wey was ne’er better whisked,
Wi* a cudgel that hang frae his side.
But Maggie was wondrous jealous,
To see Willie busked sae braw :
And Sawney he sat in the ale-house,
And hard at the liquor did ca’.
There was Geoidie, that weel-lo’cd his lassie,
He took the pint stoop in his arms,
And hugg'd ‘t, and said, “ Troth they're saucie
That lo'es na a glide-father's bairn.
There was V\.attie, the muirjand laddie,
Wa mounted upon a grey cowte,
Wi' sword by bis side, like a caddie,
To drive in the sheep and the nowte.
His dVu blet sae weel it did fit him,
It scarcely came down to mid-thigh,
Wi‘ hair pouther'd, hat, and a feather,
And housing at compon and tee.