light as ony mbie,
an' wi'a curchie low did stoop,
as soon as e'er she saw me,
fu' kind that day.
wi' bo aff, "h i, “sweet ss,
i think ye seem to ken me;
i'm sure i've seen that bonie face
but yet i a name ye.”
quo' she, an' ughin as she spak,
an' taks me by the han's,
“ye, for my sake, hae gien the feck
of a' the ten an's
a screed some day.”
“my name is fun—your ie dear,
the friend ye hae;
an' this is superstitution here,
an' that's hypocrisy.
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The Holy Fair(3/16)