Cruel father, or, The loyal lover's downfal (1820)/The hallow fair

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THE HALLOW FAIR.

There's mony bra’ Jockies and Jennies,
⁠comes weel busket into the fair,
Wi’ ribbons on their cockernonies,
⁠and south o’ bra’ flour i’ their hair;
Maggy sae brawly was busket
⁠when Jocky was ty’d to his bride,
The pownie was ne’er better whisket,
⁠wi’ a cudgel that hang by his side.
⁠⁠Sing fal de ral, lad de.

But Willie the muirland laddie,
⁠was mounted upon a grey 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 came down to mid-thie,
Wi weel powder'd hair, hat and feather,
⁠wi’ houzen, curple, and tie.
⁠⁠Sing fal de ral, la de.

But Maggy grew wondrous jealous,
⁠to see Willie busket sae bra',
An’ Wattie he sat i' the ale-house,
⁠and hard at the bicker did ca',
Sae nicely as Maggy sat by him,
⁠he took the pint-stoup in his arms,
Quo’ he, I think they’re right saucy,
⁠that lo’ea na good fathers bairns.
⁠⁠Sing fal de ral, la de.

But now it grew late i' the eening,
⁠and bughting time was drawing near;
The lasses had stanch’d a' their greening,
⁠wi' south o' bra’ apples and pears;
There's Tibbie and Sibbie and Lillie,
⁠wha weel on ⟨the⟩ spindle ⟨could⟩ spin,
⟨Stood⟩ glowring at signs and glass winnocks,
⁠but fiend a ane bade them come in.
⁠⁠Sing fal de ral la de.

Gosh guides, did you e’er see the like o’
⁠see yonder's a ⟨bonny⟩ black swan,
It looks as it fain wad be at us
⁠what’s yon that it has in it's han'?
Awa' ⟨daft⟩ gowk quo' Wattie,
⁠it's nane but a rickle o' ⟨sticks⟩.
See here's the dei ⟨and⟩ Bell Hawkie,
⁠an' yonder's Mess James and Auld Nick.
⁠⁠Sing fal de ral, la de.

But Bruckie played boo to Bawrie,
⁠and aff gaed the cowt like the win'
Poor Willie he fell i' the cawrie
⁠and bi zed a' the banes in his skin,
The pistols fell out o' the holsters
⁠ and were a' ⟨bedaubed⟩ wi' dirt,
The fowks ran about ⟨him⟩ in clusters,
⁠some leugh, and said lad ⟨are⟩ you hurt?
⁠⁠Sing fal de ral, la de.

The ⟨cowt⟩ wad let nae body near him,
⁠he was aye sae wanton and skeegh,
The pad er stanes ⟨he⟩ lap o'er ⟨them⟩,
⁠an' gart a' the fouk stan' abeegh;
We a' sneering behin' and before him,
⁠for sic is the mettle o' brutes,
Poor Wattie, and waes me for him,
⁠was forced to gang hame in his boots.
⁠⁠Sing fal de ral, la de.