Quo' she, an' laughin as she spak, Ye, for my sake, hae gi'en the feck 'Of a' the ten commands 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 Mauchline 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 hae 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 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, 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, Here Here sits a raw of tittlin jades, X. Here some are thinkin on their sins, On this hand sits a chosen swatch, To chairs that day. XI. O happy is that man an' blest! Which, by degrees, slips round her neck, An's loof upon her bosom, Unkenn'd that day. |