A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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I ferly unco saii%
That ye sud musin gae
Ye wha hae sung o' Hallow-fair,
Her Winter's pranks^ and play
Whan on Leith-sands tlie racers rare
Wi jockey louns are met.
Their orra pennies there to ware.
And drown themsels in debt
Fu' deep that day.'"*
^' And wha are ye, my winsome dear,}
That taks the gate sae early ?
Whare do ye win, gin ane may speer;
For I right meikle ferly.
That sic' bi-aw buskit laiighin lass
Tliir bonny blinks shou'd gi'e.
And loup, like Hebe, owre the grass.
As wanton, and as free
Frae dool this day ?'
" I dwall amang the cauJer springs
That weet the Land q' Cakes,
And aften tune my canty strings
At bridals and late-wakes.
They ca' me Mirth :—I ne'er was kend
To grumble or look sour ;
But blithe wad be a lift to lend
Gif ye wad sey my power.
And pith, this day."
^^' A bargain be't ; and by my fegs !
Gif ye will be my mate,
Wi' you I ii screw the cheery pegs^^'
Ye shanna find me blate ;
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