that a set o' chaps, at watch,
thrang winkin on the sses
to chairs that day.
o happy is that man, an' blest!
nae wohat it pride him!
whase ain dear ss, that he likes best,
es kin down beside him!
wi' arms repos'd on the chair back,
he sweetly does pose him;
which, by degrees, slips round her neck,
an's loof upon her bosom,
uhat day.
now a' the gregation o'er
is silent expectation;
for moodie speels the holy door,
wi' tidings o' damnation:
should hornie, as in a days,
'mang sons o'
The Holy Fair(7/16)