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FY let us a’ to the bridal,
For there will be lilting there;
For Jocky’s to be married to Maggie,
The lass wi’ the gowden hair,
And there will be lang-kail and pottage,
And bannocks of barley-meal;
And there will be good sawt herring,
To relish a cog of good ale.
Fy let us a’ to the bridal, &c.
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And there will be Saney the sutor,
And Will wi’ the meikle mou;
And there will be Tam the blutter,
With Andrew the tinkler, I trow;
And there will be bow’d legged Robbie,
With thumbless Katie’s goodman;
And there will be blue cheeked Dowbie,
And Lawrie the laird of the land.
Fy let us, &c.
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And there will be Sow-libber Patie,
And plucky-fac’d Wat i’ the mill,
Capper-nos’d Francie and Gibbie,
That wins in the how of the hill;
And there will be Alaster Sibbie,
Wha in with black Bessy did mool,
With snivelling Lilly and Tibby,
The lass that stands aft on the stool.
Fy let us, &c.
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And Madge that was buckled to Steenie,
And cost him gray breeks to his arse,
Wha after was hangit for stealing,
Great mercy it happen’d nae warse:
And there will gleed Geordy Janners,
And Kirsh with the lilly white leg,
Wha gade to the south for manners,
And bang’d up her wame in Mons-meg.
Fy let us, &c.
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And there will be Juden Mclawrie,
And blinkin daft Barbara Mcleg,
Wi’ flae lugged sharny fac’d Lawrie,
And shangy mou’d halucket Meg.
And there will be happer-ars’d Nansy,
And fairy-fac’d Flowrie by name,
Muck Madie, and fat hippit Grisy,
The lass wi’ the gowden wame.
Fy let us, &c.
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And there will be Girn-again-Gibbie,
With his glakit wife Jenny Bell,
And misle-shin’d Mungo Ma’apie,
The lad that was skipper himsel.
There lads and lasses in pearlings
Will feast in the heart of the ha’,
On sybows, and rifarts, and carlings,
That are baith sodden and raw.
Fy let us, &c.
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And there will be fadges and brachen,
With fourth of good gabbocks of skate,
Powsowdy, and drammock, and crowdy,
And caller nowt feet in a plate.
And there will be partans and buckies,
And whytens and speldings enew,
With singed sheep-heads, and a haggies,
And scadlips to sup till ye spew.
Fy let us, &c.
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And there will be lapper’d milk kebbucks,
And sowens, and farles, and Baps,
With swats, and well scraped paunches,
And brandy in stoups and in caps:
And there will be meal-kail and castocks,
With skink to sup till ye rive,
And roasts to roast on a brander,
Of flowks that were taken alive.
Fy let us, &c.
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Scrapt haddocks, wilks, dulse and tangle,
And a mill of good snishing to prie;
When weary with eating and drinking,
We’ll rise up and dance till we die.
Then fy let us a’ to the bridal,
For there will be lilting there,
For Jocky’s to be married to Maggie,
The lass wi’ the gowden hair.
– Old Songs.
