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Forth ſpake her mither, fan ſhe ſaw,
The bride and maidens a' fae bra',
Wi' cackling clouts, black be their fa',
They made a bonny feaſt o't. O, &c.
Next down their breakfaſt it was ſet,
Some barley kippies of milk meat,
It leiped them it was fae bet.
As ſoon as they did taſte o't. O, &c.
Till ſome frae them their ſpoon they threw,
And ſwore that they had burnt their mu',
And ſome into their cutty blew,
I wat their will they miſt not. O, &c.
When ilka ane had claw'd his plate,
The piper lad he looked blate,
Altho' they ſaid that he ſhould eat,
I trow he loſt the beſt o't. O, &c.
Syne forth they got a' wi'a loup,
O'er creels and deals and a' did coup,
The piper ſaid, Wi' them d—l ſcoup,
He'd made a hungry feaſt o't. O, &c.
Syne off they got a' wi' fling,
Each laſs unto her lad did hing,
And a' cry'd for a different ſpring,
The bride ſhe fought the breaſt-knot. &c.
Fan they ty'd up the marriage band,
At the bridegroon's they neiſt did land,
Forth came auld Madge wi' her ſplit maund,
And bread and cheeſe a hiſt o't. O, &c.
