A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

370
: ;
W»ll reel and ramble thro' the sands.
And jeer wi' a' we meet ;
Nor hip the daft and gleesome bands
That fill Edina's street
Sae thrang this day."
Ere servant-maids had wont to rise
To seethe the breakfast kettle.
Ilk dame her brawest ribbons tries^
To put her on her mettle,
Wi' wiles some silly chiel to trap,
(And troth he's fainto get her) ;
But she'll craw kniefly in his crap.
Whan, wow i he canna flit her
Frae hame that day.
Now, mony a scaw'd and bare-ars*d loun
Rise early to their wai'k
Enough to fley a muckle town,
Wi' din some squeel and bark.
" Here is the true and faithfu' list
O' Noblemen and Horses
Their eild, their weight, their height, their grist
That rin for plates or purses,
Fu' fleet this day."
To whisky plouks that brunt for ouks
On town-guard sodgers' faces.
Their barber bauld his whittle ci*ooks
And scrapes them for the races.
Their stumps, erst used to philibegs.
Are dight in spatterdashes,
Whase barkent hides scarce fend their legS
Frae weet and weary plashes
O' dirt that day.