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And how sham’d were Margery, and how sham’d were I
Fal lal &c.
The wedding being over, then home we came prancing,
The fiddles struck up and we all fell a-dancing
Cousin Dicky stood by in the corner of the hall,
While Margery and I we open’d the ball,
Fal lal &c,
By and bye, Madge, I whisper’d and bid her begone.
Made as though I were sleepy, and did nought but yawn,
For plainly perceiving the night coming on,
I grew more impatient, till the stocking was thrown
Fal lal, &c.
THE
DRUNKEN WIFE OF GALLOWAY.
DOWN in yon meadow a couple did tarry,
