Rising sun in Galston Mauchline Holy Fair |
The holy fair
Upon a simmer Sunday morn, |
My name is Fun- your cronie dear, The nearest friend ye hae, An´ this Superstition here, An´ this is hypocrisy; I´m gaun to Mouchline holy fair, To spend an hourindaffin; Gin ye´ll go there, yon runkl´d pair, We will get famous laughin At then this day. Quoth I with a´ my heart, I´ll do´t; I´ll get my Sunday´s sark on, An´ meet you on the holy spot; Faith we´se hae fine remarkiin! Then I gaed hame, at crowdie-time, An´soon I made me ready; For roads were clad, frae side to side, Wi´monie a weary body, In droves that day. How monie hearts this day converts, O´sinners and o´Lasses! Their hearts o´stane, gin night are gane As saft as one flesh is. There´s some are fu´o´love devine; There´s some are fu´o´brandy; An´ monie Jobs that day begin, May end in Houghmagandie Some ither day Listen to the song - Ouça a música
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