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 She took a quarter and a third,

On the bride's head he gea't a gird,

Till farls flew athort the card,

and parted round the reſt o't. O, &c.

The laſs that by the hand he took,

Twice, thrice they led her round the crook,

Same ſaid, "Goodwife, well mat ye brook,

And ſome great count they caſt not. &c.

All ran to kilns and barns in ranks,

Some ſat on deals, and ſome on planks,

The piper lad ſtood on his ſhanks,

And dirled up the breaſt-knot. O, &c.

When bride and bridegroom went to bed,

They with a towel ty'd up his head;

And he that loved the couple beſt,

He wiſhed the bride the ratton's reſt. &c.

Our groom he was ſo keen and ſtout,

That he dang the bed bottom out.

The reſt at that they gave a ſhout,

At ruflling of the breaſt-knot. O. &c.

Altho' our bride had nought to ſpare,

I trow ſome maids they got a ſhare,

A wedding night juſt like a fair,

at ruffling of the breaſt-knot. O, &c.

O! how they a' did kiſs and ſmack,

Some maidenheads they got a crack,

I trow our young men were not ſlack,

At ruffling of the breaſt-knot. O, &c.