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5 Then to the Baker's shop I went,

And offered such as I had got,

He refus'd them for his bread,

Which made me curse and scratch my head

Sure they're to blame who was the cause

To bring them in against our laws,

And now to stop them when to plenty,

Of such their pockets never be empty.

CALDER FAIR.

As I came in by Calder fair,

and yont the lappard lee man,

There was braw kissing there,

come but and kiss wi me man;

There was highland folk and laland folk,

unco folk and kend folk,

Folk aboon folk i‘ the yard;

Ther's nae folk like our ain folk,

Hech hey Bessy Bell,

kilt your coat Maggy,

Yese get a new gown

down the burn davie.