The Holy Fair（3 / 9）

  an' soon i made me ready;
  for roads were clad, frae side to side,
  wi' mony a weary body
  in droves that day.
  here farmers gash, in ridin graith,
  gaed hoddin by their cotters;
  there swankies young, in braw braid-claith,
  are springing owre the gutters.
  the lasses, skelpin barefit, thrang,
  in silks an' scarlets glitter;
  wi' sweet-milk cheese, in mony a whang,
  an' farls, bak'd wi' butter,
  fu' crump that day.
  when by the plate we set our nose,
  weel heaped up wi' ha'pence,
  a greedy glowr black-bonnet throws,
  an' we maun draw our tippence.
  then in we go to see the show:
  on ev'ry side they're gath'rin;
  some carrying dails, some chairs an' stools,
  an' some are busy bleth'rin
  right loud that day.
  here stands a shed to fend the show'rs,
  an' screen our countra gentry;
  there racer jess, an' twa-three whores,
  are blinkin at the entry.
  here sits a raw o' tittlin jads,
  wi' heaving breast an' bare neck;
  an' there a batch o' wabster lads,
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