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The guests were a worthy an' weel chosen band,
True genteels, though boastin' nae bluid o' the grand;
To virtue and nobleness closely allied,
Esteemin' ilk ither, an' lovin' the bride.
Round that breakfast board glistened little brocade,
Nor was there a store o' bricht jewels displayed,
But diamond e'en glinted pure rays from the heart,
An' simple robes faulded o'er breasts void o' art,
Aw a' went as merry as merry could be,
Wi' wishin', an' toastin', an' jokin', an' glee,
Until the squire's carriage, wi' proud, prancin' steeds,
Impatiently tossin' their gay tasselled heads
At the ha' door appearin', put mirth to a stan',
An' told the young couple the hour was at han'.
Then was fond embracin', smiles, weepin' an' a',
An' the squire an' his bonnie bride galloped awa;
The fond mother dryin' affection's proud tear,
Resumed the glad hostess, wha's wish was to cheer.
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Muckle music an' mirth there is noo in the glen,
That mansion's a scene far too bricht for our pen,
Ilk room's filled wi' leddies a' busked wi' lace,
On their feet satin slippers, gay smiles on their face,
Sae fanned an' sae feathered, you'd think if wind stirred
Their plumes an' their gauzes, they'd flee like a bird.
But Miss Clara outrivals them a' in array,
She's spangles an' clouds frae the head to the tae,
She's a bride, an' her lord boasts o' bluid in his veins
As heich as the mountains, an' auld as the stanes;