II.

As lightsomely I glowr'd abroad,
To see a scené sae gay,

Three Hizzies, early at the road,
Cam skelpin up the way;

Twa had manteeles o' dolefu' black,
But ane wi' lyart lining;

The third, that gaed a-wee a-back,

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Was in the fashion shining,

Fu'

gay

that day.

III.

The twa appear'd like sisters twin,
In feature, form, an' claes!
Their visage, wither'd, lang, an' thin,
An' sour as ony slaes:

The third cam up, hap-step-an'-lowp,

As light as ony lambie,

An' wi' a curchie low did stoop,

As soon as e'er she saw me,

Fu' kind that day. `

IV.

Wi' bonnet aff, quoth I, Sweet lass,
I think ye seem to ken me;
'I'm sure I've seen that bonie face,

'But yet I canna name ye.'

Quo'

Quo' she, an' laughin as she spak,
An' taks me by the hands,

"Ye, for my sake, hae gi'en the feck

"Of a' the ten commands

• A screed some day.

V.

'My name is Fun-your cronie dear, The nearest friend ye hae; 'An' this is Superstition here,

An' that's Hypocrisy.

'I'm gaun to ********* Holy Fair, To spend an hour in daffin : 'Gin ye'll go there, yon runkl'd pair, We will get famous laughin

At them this day.'

VI.

Quoth I, With a' my heart, I'll do't;

I'll get my Sunday's sark on,

'An' meet you on the holy spot;

'Faith we'se bae fine remarkin!' Then I gaed hame at crowdie-time An' soon I made me ready;

For roads were clad, frae side to side,

Wi' monie a wearie body,

In droves that day.

VII.

Here farmers gash, in ridin graith
Gaed hoddin by their cotters;
There, swankies young, in braw braid-claith
Are springin o'er the gutters.
The lasses, skelpin barefit, thrang,

In silks an' scarlets glitter;

Wi' sweet-milk cheese, in monie a whang,

An' farls bak'd wi' butter,

Fu' crump that day.

VIII.

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 gathrin,

Some carrying dales, some chairs an' stools,

An' some are busy blethrin

Right loud that day.

IX.

Here stands a shed to fend the show'rs,
An' screen our countra Gentry,
There, racer Jess, an' twa-three wh-res,

Are blinkin at the entry.

Here

Here sits a raw of tittlin jades,
Wi' heaving breast and bare neck,
An' there a batch of wabster lads,
Blackguarding frae K

-ck,

For fun this day.

X.

Here some are thinkin on their sins,
An' some upo' their claes;
Ane curses feet that fyl'd his shins,
Anither sighs an' prays:

On this hand sits a chosen swatch,
Wi' screw'd up grace-proud faces
On that a set o' chaps at watch,
Thrang winkin on the lasses

To chairs that day,

XI.

O happy is that man an' blest!
Nae wonder that it pride him!
Wha's ain dear lass, that he likes best,
Come clinkin down beside him!

Wi' arm repos'd on the chair-back,
He sweetly does compose him;

Which, by degrees, slips round her neck,

An's loof upon her bosom.

Unkenn'd that day.

XII.

Now a' the congregation o'er
Is silent expectation;

For ****** speels the holy door,
Wi' tidings o' d-mn-t-n.
Should Hornie, as in ancient days,
'Mang sons o' G- present him,
The vera sight o' *****'s face,
To's ain het hame had sent him

Wi' fright that day.

XIII.

Hear how he clears the points o' faith

Wi' rattlin an' thumpin!

Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath,
He's stampin an' he's jumpin!
His lengthen'd chin, his turn'd-up snout,
His eldritch squeel and gestures,

Oh, how they fire the heart devout,

Like cantharidian plasters,

On sic a day!

XIV.

But hark! the tent has chang'd its voice;

There's peace an' rest nae langer:

For a' the real judges rise,

They canna sit for anger.

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