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FALKIRK FAIR
O the sun frae the eastward was peeping,
And braid through the winnocks did a stare,
When Willie cried Tam are ye sleeping,
Mak' haste man and rise to the fair;
For the lads and the Lassies are thrangin,
An' a' bodies now in a steer,
Fy haste ye and let us be ganging,
Or faith we’ll be longsome I fear.
Chorus—Lul te turam an ⟨uran⟩ &c.
Then Tam he got up in a hurry,
And wow but he made himsel’ snod,
For a pint of milk brose he did worry,
To mak him mair fit for the road;
On his head his blue bannet ha slippet
His whip our his shouther he flang.
And a clumsy oak cudgel be grippet,
On purpose the loons for to bang.
Now Willock had trysted wi Jenny,
For she was abraw canty queen,
Word gaed she had a gay penny,
For whilk Willie fondly did grean,
⟨Now⟩ Tam he was blaming the liquor
