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Here country John, in bannet blue,
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,
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!
Here Sawney cries, frae Aberdeen,
"Come ye to me fá 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..
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.
Whan Phoebus ligs in Thetis' lap,
Auld Reikie gies them shelter, Whare cadgily they kiss the cap,
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.
By sword or bagnet stickit,
"Than hae my crown or body wi
"Sic deadly weapons nickit.”.
Wi' that he gat anither straik
That gart his feckless body aik,
An' the reekin gore
Fu' red that night.
He pechin on the cawsey lay,
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,
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.