The Hallow Fair

There's mony bra’ Jockies and Jennies, comes weel busket into the fair, Wi’ ribbons on their cockernonies, and south o’ bra’ flour i’ their hair; Maggy sae brawly was busket when Jocky was ty’d to his bride, The pownie was ne’er better whisket, wi’ a cudgel that hang by his side. Sing fal de ral, lad de.

But Willie the muirland laddie, was mounted upon a grey cowt, Wi’ his sword by his side like a cadie, to ca’ in the sheep and the nowt: Sae nicely his did fit him, they scarcely came down to mid-thie, Wi weel powder'd hair, hat and feather, wi’ houzen, curple, and tie. Sing fal de ral, la de.

Gosh guides, did you e’er see the like o’ see yonder's a black swan, It looks as it fain wad be at us what’s yon that it has in it's han'? Awa' gowk quo' Wattie, it's nane but a rickle o' . See here's the dei Bell Hawkie, an' yonder's Mess James and Auld Nick. Sing fal de ral, la de.

But Bruckie played boo to Bawrie, and aff gaed the cowt like the win' Poor Willie he fell i' the cawrie and bi zed a' the banes in his skin, The pistols fell out o' the holsters and were a' wi' dirt, The fowks ran about in clusters, some leugh, and said lad you hurt? Sing fal de ral, la de.

The wad let nae body near him, he was aye sae wanton and skeegh, The pad er stanes lap o'er , an' gart a' the fouk stan' abeegh; We a' sneering behin' and before him, for sic is the mettle o' brutes, Poor Wattie, and waes me for him, was forced to gang hame in his boots. Sing fal de ral, la de.