kies young, in braw braid-cith,
are springing owre the gutters.
the sses, skelpin barefit, thrang,
in silks an' scarlets glitter;
wi' sweet-milk cheese, in mony a whang,
an' farls, bak'd wi' butter,
fu' crump that day.
when by the pte we set our nose,
weel heaped up wi' ha'pence,
a greedy glowr bck-bohrows,
an' we maun draw our tippence.
then in we go to see the show:
on ev'ry side they&#ath'rin;
some carrying dails, some chairs an' stools,
an' some are busy bleth'rin
right loud t
The Holy Fair(5/16)