A collection of ancient and modern Scottish ballads, etc

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O royal tales gae brawly on.
And feats of fouk that's dead and gone
The windy piper sounds his drone.
As well he can ;
And aft tliey speak of their Mess John,
That haly man.
They banish hence a' care and dool.
For they were bred at rairthfu' school ;
They count how lang it is to Yule,
Wi* pleasure vast j
And tell wha' sat tlie cutty stool
On Sabbath last*
The chapman lad, wi' gab sae free^
Comes in and mixes i' the glee.
After he's trampet out the ee
O mony dub.
And gotten frae the blast to dree
A hearty drub.
He says he did Auld Reekie ca'.
To bring them things to mak them braw
And got them free o* crack and flaw.
And patterns rare ;
The proverb says, " Fowls far awa'
Ha*e feathers fair."-
He tells them he's weel sorted now
O' a' thing gude and cheap, and new;
His sleekit speeches pass ibr true
Wi* ane and a' ;
The pedlars ken fu' well the cue
O' Farmer's Ha'
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