A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

365
I wyt tliey 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 thro* the fair,
O mak your bargains hooly !
O* a' tltir wylie lowns beware.
Or, fegs ! they will ye spulzie.
For, fairn-year, * 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 alaim our ears.
The sergeant screechs fu' loud,
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A' gditlemen and volunteers
That wish your country gude.
Come here to me, and I sall^i'^
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 and nicker.
And owre the ley-rig scud ; ^
In tents, the carles bend the bicker.
And rant and roar like wud.
Then there's sic yellowchin and din^
Wi' wives and wee-anes gabblin,
That ane might true they were a-kin
To a' the tongues at Babylon,
Confus'd that day„
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* Last year.
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