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THE HALLOW FAIR.

There's mony bra' Jockies and Jennies, comes weel buskit into the fair, Wi' ribbons on their cocke nonies, 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 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 tie. Sing fal de ral, la de.

But Maggie grew wondrous jealous, to see Willie buskit so bra',