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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' flower in their hair;

Maggy sae brawlie was buskit,

when Jockie was ty'd to his bride,

The pownie was ne'er better whisket,

wi' a cudgel that hung by his side.

Sing fal de ral, la de.

But Willie the muirland laddie,

was mounted on a gray cowt,

Wi' his sword by his side like a cadie,

to es' in the sheep and the nowt:

Sae nicely his doublets did fit him

they scarcely cam dowa to mid-thie,

Wi' weel powder'd hair hat and feather,

wi' houzen, curple and tie.

Sing fal de ral, la de.

But Maggie grew wondrous jealous,

see Willie buskit se bra',