འ་ HALLOW FAIR. Here country John, in bannet blue, Rins after Meg wi' rokelay new, She'll tauntin' say, "Ye silly coof! "Be o' your gab mair sparin';" He'll tak the hint, and criesh her loof. To chow that day. Here chapmen billies tak their stand, To trick the silly fallows : Heh, sirs! what cairds and tinklers come, An' ne'er-do-weel horse-coupers, An' spac-wives, fenzying to be dumb,.. Wi' a' siclike landloupers, To thrive that day! HALLOW FAIR. Here Sawney cries, frae Aberdeen, "Come ye to me fa need; "The brawest shanks that e'er were seen "I'll sell ye cheap an' gude: "I wyt they are as protty hose "As come frae weyr or leem: « Here, tak a rug, and shaw's your pose; Forseeth, my ain's but teem And light this day." Ye wives, as ye gang through the fair, O' a' thir wylie louns beware, Or, fegs! they will ye spulzie. For, fairnyear, Meg Thamson got, Frae thir mischievous villains, A scaw'd bit o' a penny note, That lost a score o' shillins To her that day.. HALLOW FAIR. The dinlin drums alarm our cars; The serjeant screechs fu' loud, "A' gentlemen and volunteers "That wish your country gude, "Come here to me, and I sall gie "Twa guineas and a crown; "A bowl o' punch, that, like the sea, "Will soom a lang dragoon "Wi' ease this day." Without, the cuissars prance an' nicker, An' owre the lea-rig scud; In tents, the carles bend the bicker, Then there's sic yellowchin an' din, That ane might trow they were a-kin To a' the tongues at Babylon, Confus'd that day. HALLOW FAIR. Whan Phoebus ligs in Thetis' lap,... An' ca't round helter-skelter. Jock Bell gaed furth to play his freaks;.Great cause he had to rue it ; For frae a stark Lochaber ax He gat a clamihewit Fu' sair that night. "Ohon! (quo' he), I'd rather be. Wi' that he gat anither straik That gart his feckless body aik, An' spew the reekin gore Fu' red that night. HALLOW FAIR. He pechin on the cawsey lay, "Bring in ta drucken sot:" They trail'd him ben, and by my saul, He paid his drucken groat For that neist day. Gude fouk, as ye come frae the fair, Bide yont frae this black squad; There's nae sic savages elsewhere Allow'd to wear cockade. Than the strong lion's hungry maw, Or tusk o' Russian bear, Frae their wanruly fellin paw Mair cause ye hae to fear Your death that day. |