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the blythsome bridal.
Fy let us a' to the bridal,
For there will be lilting there;
For Jock's to be married to Maggie,
The lass wi' the gowden hair.
and there will be langkail and porridge,
And bannocks of barley-meal,
And there will be good saut herring,
To relish a cogue of good ale.
Fy let us, &c.
And there will be Sawney the sutor,
and Will wr' the meikle mou:
And there will be Tam the blutter,
With Andrew the tinkler I trow;
And there will be bow'd-legged Robie,
With thumbless Katie's goodman;
And there will be blue-cheeked Dowbie,
And Lawrie the laird of the land.
Fy let us, &c.
And there will be sowlibber Patie,
And plucky-fac'd Wat i' the mill,
Cappar-nos'd Francie, and Gibbie
That wons in the how o' the hill;
