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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.
