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THE HALLOW FAIR.
There's mony bra' Jockies and Jennies,
comes weel buskit into the fair,
Wi' ribbons on their cockemonies,
and south o bra' flower in their hair;
Maggy sae brawlie was buskit,
when Jockie was ty'd to his bride,
The pownie was ne'er better whisket,
wi' a cudgel that hung by his side.
Sing fal de ral, la de.
But Willie the muirland laddie,
was mounted on a gray cowt,
Wi' his sword by his side like a cadie,
to es' in the sheep and the nowt:
Sae nicely his doublets did fit him
they scarcely cam dowa to mid-thie,
Wi' weel powder'd hair hat and feather,
wi' houzen, curple and tie.
Sing fal de ral, la de.
But Maggie grew wondrous jealous,
see Willie buskit se bra',
