The Scottish songs - National Library of Scotland

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For yesternight, nae farther gane,^
The back-house at the side-wa' o't.
He there wi' Meg was mirdin' * seen ;
I hope we'll hae a bridal o't.
An we had but a bridal o't,
An we had but a bridal o't,
We'd leave the rest unto good luck,
Although there might betide ill o't.
For bridal days are merry times,
And young folk like the coming o't,
And scribblers they bang up their rhymes,
And pipers they the bumming o't.
The lasses like a bridal o't.
The lasses like a bridal o't
Their braws maun be in rank and file,
Although that they should guide ill o't.
The boddom o' the kist is then
Turned up into the inmost o't
The end that held the keeks sae clean,
;
: ; :
Is now become the teemest o't.
The bangster at the threshing o't.
The bangster at the threshing o't,
Afore it comes is fidgin fain,
And ilka day's a clashing o't
He'll sell his jerkin for a groat.
His linder for another o't.
And ere he want to clear his shot,
His sark'll pay the tother o't.
The pipers and the fiddlers o't,
The pipers and the fiddlers o't.
Can smell a bridal unco far.
And like to be the middlers o't
* Chatting, with famih'ar dalliance.