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 Forth ſpake her mither, fan ſhe ſaw,

The bride and maidens a' fae bra',

Wi' cackling clouts, black be their fa',

They made a bonny feaſt o't.    O, &c.

Next down their breakfaſt it was ſet,

Some barley kippies of milk meat,

It leiped them it was fae bet.

As ſoon as they did taſte o't.  O, &c.

Till ſome frae them their ſpoon they threw,

And ſwore that they had burnt their mu',

And ſome into their cutty blew,

I wat their will they miſt not. O, &c.

When ilka ane had claw'd his plate,

The piper lad he looked blate,

Altho' they ſaid that he ſhould eat,

I trow he loſt the beſt o't.   O, &c.

Syne forth they got a' wi'a loup,

O'er creels and deals and a' did coup,

The piper ſaid, Wi' them d—l ſcoup,

He'd made a hungry feaſt o't. O, &c.

Syne off they got a' wi' fling,

Each laſs unto her lad did hing,

And a' cry'd for a different ſpring,

The bride ſhe fought the breaſt-knot. &c.

Fan they ty'd up the marriage band,

At the bridegroon's they neiſt did land,

Forth came auld Madge wi' her ſplit maund,

And bread and cheeſe a hiſt o't. O, &c.