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There's mony bra' Jockies and Jennies,

comes weel buskit into the fair,

Wi ribbons on their cockemonies,

and south o’ bra' flour in their hair;

Maggy, sae brawlie was buskit,

when Jockie was ty'd to his bride,

pownie was ne'er better whisket,

wi' a cudgel that hung by his side.

Sing fal de ral, fa de.

But Willie the muirland laddie,

was mounted on a gray cowt,

Wi' his sword by his side like a cadie,

to ca' in the sheep and the nowt:

Sae nicely his doublets did fit him,

they scarcely cam down to mid-thie,

Wi' weel powder'd hair, hat and feather,

wi’ houzen, curple and ie.

Sing fal de ral, la de.

But Maggie grew wondrous jealous,

to see Willie baskit to bra',