Page:Hallow fair (2).pdf/3

  Wattie he sat in the ale house,

and hard at the bicker did ca',

nicely as Maggie sat by him;

he took the pint-stoup in his arms,

he, I think they're right saucy,

that lo'es na good father's bairns.

Sing fal de ral, la de.

now it grew late i' the eening,

and bughting time was drawing near;

lasses had stanch'd a' their greening,

wi' south o'bra' apples and pears;

Tibbie and Sibbie, and Lillie,

wha weel on the spindle can spin,

glowring at signs and glass winnocks,

but fiend a ane bade them come in.

Sing fal de ral, la de.

sh guides did you e'er see the like o't,

see yonders a bonny black swan,

as it fain wou'd be at us

what's yon that it has in it's han',

daft gow'k, quo' Wattie,

it's nane but a rickle o' sticks,

hesh's the deil and Bell Hawkie,

and yonder's Mess James and Auld Nick,

Sing fal de ral, la de.