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THE HALLOW FAIR.

T 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.

But Maggy grew wondrous jealous,

to see Willie busket sae bra',

An’ Wattie he sat i' the ale-house,

and hard at the bicker did ca',

Sae nicely as Maggy sat by him,

he took the pint-stoup in his arms,

Quo’ he, I think they’re right saucy,

that lo’ea na good fathers bairns.

Sing fal de ral, la de.