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The Little Tailor's Wedding.
Penny weddings is fine hearty meetings,Of merry folks a' in a ring,To see them a' louping and sweating,Is surely a comical thing.And fy, let us a' to the Knocker.And see the braw wedding that's there,Lasses conveen'd without tocher,And some between hope and despair.This bride she had a bit bairn,And what the war was she o' that?The bridegroom he looked for tocher,She had na use mair but a pot;Neither a sheet nor a blanket,But a sidemantle wi' a lang hole.The tailor was fidging to get her,The lass na langer could thole;Crying, O! what will come o' me,And O! what will I do then,My mither has naething to gi'e me,And a tailor maun do for a man!I thought to get cobbler Willy,But he has turn'd fancy and nice,When ance he got plenty o'leather,He never came speiring my price;He measur'd my soles in the dark,What for a blind bargain was that,For him to turn up my ten taes,And leave me to lull what I got;
