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The ale-houses crowded, you scarce can get in,
Some calling for beer, for cyder and gin,
The landlord laughs in's sleeve his shoulders be shrugs
He can sell off his bad beer, in's short measur'd mugs.
To my fal de ral, these are the, etc.

Here's the big and the little, the lusty and tall,
Some with plenty of money, and some none at all;
Some diverting of others with abundance of rigs,
Some dance to the fiddles like squeaking pigs.
To my fal de ral, these are the, etc.

When the fair is o'er then homewards they throng,
The lads and the lasses they frisk it along,
Men, women, and children, as home they repair,
They read the new songs they bought at the fair.
To my fal de ral, these are the, etc.

So now I'll conclude this diversion and fun,
Which may be reviv'd when next ——— fair comes:
Some, I doubt, will repent they took no better care,
For perhaps in 9 months they'll remember the fair.
To my fal de ral, these are the, etc.

Text divider from 'The True Hearted Maiden', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802

THE CONSTANT LADY.

Ye muses assist me, I'd have you draw near,
and guide both my hand and my pen,
These lines for to write, and I'll make it appear,
how maids are deceiv'd by young men,
Young men, how maids are deceiv'd by young men.

For once I'd a true love but now I have none,
for a true love I cannot say,
For he is deceitful, and from me is flown,
I lament for him both night and day,
Night & day, I lament for him both night and day.