Netherton ball/Netherton ball

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THE NETHERTON BALL.

When Autumn was sicken’d and over,
⁠ Hansel-Monday it came at last,
Anxious engag’d was each lover.
⁠That night in good humour to pass.
The dubs had their cauld icy coat on,
⁠ And keen blew the-wind o’er the hill;
But aff to the Netherton barn,
⁠ They would be to dance a’ their fill.

Some lads a' their lasses had trysted,
⁠ And ithers did venture on chance,
'Bought eighty they say, were collected
⁠ That night on the floor for to dance.
There’s Willie and Tam frae the Laracks,
⁠ And Moll she was fair to be seen;
But wha was sae saucy’s the dandy,
⁠ That cam frae the Rue, even Jean.

There's Corntown Johnnie, and Geordie
⁠ I trow is a braw decent man,
Assisted in mixing the toddy
⁠ And handing about of the can.
Though Betsey she stuck close by Duncan,
⁠ Her features were mild, sweet and meek,
And fairer than the dewy roses,
⁠ The colours of this lass's cheek.

To be such assembly collected
⁠They behaved a' wonderous weel;
There's none was more modest and decent,
⁠ Than they from auld Doune and the Mill.
But ane I do think was amang them,
⁠ For beauty none did her excel,
Like lillies and roses entwined,
⁠ Sweet Jessie she did bear the bell.

The town and the country were jovial,
⁠ And finely agree they did all,
And blythe as the lark in the morning,
⁠ When they did return frae the ball.
The lads and the lasses from Deanston,
⁠ And about Doune and the Mill,
Combin'd in good humour each other,
⁠ And parted a' friends o'er a gill.