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6 But now it grew late i' the eening,

and bughting time was drawing near;

The lasses had stanch’d a' their greening,

wi' south o' bra’ apples and pears;

There's Tibbie and Sibbie and Lillie,

wha weel on spindle  spin,

glowring at signs and glass winnocks,

but fiend a ane bade them come in.

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;