Then in we go to see the show:
On ev'ry side they're gath'rin';
Some carryin' deals, some chairs an' stools, [planks]
An' some are busy bleth'rin' [gabbling]
Right loud that day.
Here stands a shed to fend the show'rs, [keep off]
An' screen our country gentry;
There racer Jess an' twa-three whores
Are blinkin' at the entry.
Here sits a raw o' tittlin' jades, [whispering]
Wi' heavin' breasts an' bare neck,
An' there a batch o' wabster lads, [weaver]
Blackguardin' frae Kilmarnock
For fun this day.
Here some are thinkin' on their sins,
An' some upo' their claes; [clothes]
Ane curses feet that fyl'd his shins, [soiled]
Anither sighs an' prays:
On this hand sits a chosen swatch, [sample]
Wi' screw'd up, grace-proud faces;
On that a set o' chaps, at watch,
Thrang winkin' on the lasses [Busy]
To chairs that day.
O happy is that man an' blest!
Nae wonder that it pride him!
Whase ain dear lass, that he likes best,
Comes clinkin' down beside him! [Sits snugly]
Wi' arm repos'd on the chair-back
He sweetly does compose him;
Which, by degrees, slips round her neck,
An's loof upon her bosom, [And his palm]
Unkenn'd that day.
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