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THE BLYTHSOME BR[I]DAL.
Fi let us a' to the Bridal.
for there will be lilting there.
For Jockey's to be marry'd to Maggy,
the lass wi‘ the gouden hair
And there will be lang kail and pottage,
and bannocks of barley-meal;
And there will be good sa't herrings,
to relish a cog of good ale.
Fy let us a to the Bridal, &c
And there will be Sandy the suter.
and will wi' the meikle mou'
And there will be Tam the bluter,
with Andrew the tinker I trow:
And there will be bow‘d legged Robbie,
with thumbless Katiy's goodman ;
And there will be blue cheeked Dowbie,
and Lowrie the laird of the land.
And there will be sow-libber Patie.
and plucky-fac'd Wat i' the mill,
Copper nos'd Patie and Gibbi
that wins in how of the hill:
And there will be Master Sibbie,
wha in wi' black Bess did mool,
With snivelling Willy and Tibby
the lass that stands aft on the stool.
And Madge that was buckled to Steenie,
and cost him gray breeks to his arse,
Wha after was hangit for stealing
great mercy it happen'd na-warse ;
And there will be pleed Geordy Janners
and Kirih wi' the lily-white leg,
