Netherton ball/A popular new song

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A POPULAR NEW SONG.

Air—Logan Streams.

Come all and listen, the news is sad,
⁠ for our young men are surely mad
There flesh is very nigh their bones—
⁠ they feed your lasses on tough scones.

Now since you have the tooth-ach ta'en,
⁠ and ye can hardly walk your lane:
The scones we would have rather boil’d,
⁠ than ha’en your teeth so sorely spoil’d.

Young lasses you have now ga’en mad:
⁠ to tell your teeth so soon turned bad;
You'll no get sale but in the dark—
⁠for we'er afraid you have lost mark.

You must go now and burn your jaws,
⁠ then file your teeth like the auld saws;
For if that you cannot eat scones,
⁠ you'll no can gang through our Carse (illegible text)

O lasses you must now take care,
⁠ your head and teeth are spoil'd so sair;
Do not eat any thing that's tough,
⁠ since your young mouths' are turned so rough.

Your teeth are chatter'd now so sair,
⁠ you'll have to eat something that’s rare;
You must get meat that’s saft and fine—
⁠ on sowans and butter you must dine.

If we can neither call nor pay,
⁠ no longer in this place we'el stay;
To come to you we'er fairly set,
⁠ the change-house breeding for to get.

Since on our breeding you’re so sair,
⁠ a lesson fit you must prepare;
To come for hat to such a place,
⁠ is ga’en to diel for to seek grace —

O we will keep our heads abean.
⁠ and will not wear a' your auld shoon;
For a' your din and a' your jaws:
⁠ keep your ain fish-guts to your ain sea maws.

O lasses now take our advice
⁠ for now’s the time for to be wise;
If scones and ale you get by chance,
⁠ learn to think twice, or you speak once.

Then ye may jaw as lang’s you like'.
⁠ and sport a-while at boag or dyke;
Do not begin for to tell lies—
⁠ mind a close mouth doth catch no flies.

Our song to end we do prepare,
⁠ we don't pretend to hare much lair—
We dinna like to let you gang,
⁠ we a that jaw ye have so lang.

FINIS.