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PATIE'S WEDDING.
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His bonnet was little frae new, And in it a loop and a slittie,To draw in a ribbon sae blue, To bab at the neck o' his coatie.
Then Patie cam' in wi' a stend; Cried, "Peace be under the biggin!""You're welcome," quo' William, "Come ben, Or I wish it may rive frae the riggin'!Now draw in your seat, and sit down, And tell's a' your news in a hurry;And haste ye, Meg, and be dune, And hing on the pan wi' the berry."
Quoth Patie, "My news is na thing; Yestreen I was wi' his honour;Pve ta'en three rigs o' braw land, And bound myself under an honour:And, now, my errand to you, Is for Maggie to help me to labour;But I'm feared we'll need your best cow, Because that our haddin's but sober."
Quoth William, "To harl ye through, I'll be at the cost o' the bridal;I'se cut the craig o' the ewe, That had amaist dee'd o' the side-ill;And that'll be plenty o' broe, Sae lang as our well is na reested,To a' the neebors and you; Sae I think we'll be nae that ill-feasted."
Quoth Patie, "O that'll do weel, And I'll gi'e your brose i' the mornin',O' kail that was made yestreen, Por I like them best i' the forenoon."Sae Tam, the piper, did play; And ilka ane danced that was willin';And a' the lave they rankit through; And they held the wee stoupie aye fillin'.
The auld wives sat and they chewed; And when that the carles grew happy,They danced as weel as they dowed, Wi' a crack o' their thooms and a happie.
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