I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair,
To spend an hour in daffin'; [mirth]
Gin ye'll go there, yon runkled pair,
We will get famous laughin'
At them this day.'
Quoth I, 'Wi' a' my heart, I'll do't;
I'll get my Sunday's sark on, [shirt]
An' meet you on the holy spot;
Faith, we'se hae fine remarkin'!'
Then I gaed hame at crowdie-time, [porridge]
An' soon I made me ready;
For roads were clad, frae side to side,
Wi' mony a wearie bodie
In droves that day.
Here farmers gash in ridin' graith [complacent, attire]
Gaed hoddin' by their cotters; [jogging]
There swankies young in braw braid-claith [strapping youngsters]
Are springin' owre the gutters. [over]
The lasses, skelpin' barefit, thrang, [padding, in crowds]
In silks an' scarlets glitter,
Wi' sweet-milk cheese, in mony a whang, [slice]
An' farls bak'd wi' butter, [cakes]
Fu' crump that day. [crisp]
When by the plate we set our nose,
Weel heaped up wi' ha'pence,
A greedy glow'r Black Bonnet throws, [the elder]
An' we maun draw our tippence.
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