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 The Little Tailor's Wedding.

PENNY weddings is fine hearty meetings, Of merry folks a' in a ring, To ſee them a' louping and ſweating, Is ſurely a comical thing. And fy, let us a' to the Knocker. And ſee the braw wedding that's there, Laſſes conveen'd without tocher, And ſome between hope and deſpair. This bride ſhe had a bit bairn, And what the war was ſhe o' that? The bridegroom he looked for tocher, She had na use mair but a pot; Neither a ſheet nor a blanket, But a ſidemantle wi' a lang hole. The tailor was fidging to get her, The laſs na langer could thole; Crying, O! what will come o' me, And O! what will I do then, My mither has naething to gi'e me, And a tailor maun do for a man! I thought to get cobbler Willy, But he has turn'd fancy and nice, When ance he got plenty o'leather, He never came ſpeiring my price; He meaſur'd my ſoles in the dark, What for a blind bargain was that, For him to turn up my ten taes, And leave me to lull what I got;