Fie let us to the Bridal = Jock will be married to Jenny, the lass wi' the golden hair circa 1730

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N:same tune found as early as 1705; text is late 17th century
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SONG XVI.
THE BLYTHSOME "BRIDAL."
BY FRANCIS SEMPLE OF BELTREES.

Fy, let us all to the brid - del,
For there will be lilt - ing there;
For Jockie'sto be mar-ried to Mag-gie,
The lass with the gaud - en hair.
And there will be lang-kail and pot - tage,
And ban-nocks of bar - ley meal,
And there will be good salt her - ring,
To rel - ish a cog of good ale.

Fy, let us all to the brid-del,
For there will be lilt - ing there ;
For jockie 's to be married to Maggie,
The lass with the gaud - en hair.

And there will be Sandie the sutor,
And Willie with the meikle mow ;
And there will be Tom the ploutter,
And Andrew the tinkler I trow.
And there will be bow-legged Robbie,
With thumbless Katie's gudeman ;
And there will be blue-cheeked Dallie,
And Lawrie the laird of the land.

Fy, let us all, &c.

And there will be sow-libber Peatie,
And plouckie-faced Wat in the mill,
Capper-nosed Gibbie, and Francie,
That wons in the how of the hill ;
And there will be Alaster-Dowgal,
That splee-fitted Bessie did woo,
And sneevling Lillie, and Tibbie,
And Kirstie, that belly-god sow.

Fy, let us all, &c.

And Crampie that married Stainie,
And coft him breeks to his arse, "
Wha after was" hanged for stealing,
Great mercy it hapned no warse :
And there will be fairntickled Hew,
And Bess with the lily-white leg,
That "gade" to the south for breeding,
And bang'd up her wame in Mons-meg.'*

Fy, let us all, &c.

And there will be Geordie McCowrie,
And blinking daft Barbra and Mag,
And there will be blencht Gillie-whimple,
And pewter-faced flitching Joug ;
And there will be happer-arsed Nanzie,
And fairy-faced Jeanie be name,
Gleed Katie, and fat-lugged Lizzie,
The lass with the gauden wame.

Fy, let us all, &c.

And there will be girn-again Gibbie,
And his glaked wife Jeanie Bell,
And mizlie-chinn'd flyting Geordie,
The lad that was skipper himsel'.
There 11 be all the lads and the lasses,
Set down in the midst of the Ha',
With sybows, and rysarts, and carlings,
That are both sodden and raw.

Fy, let us all, &c. *

There will be tartan, dragen and brachen,
And fouth of good gappocks o' skate,
Pow-sodie, and drammock, and crowdie,
And callour nout feet in a plate ;
And there will be partans and buckies,
Speldens and haddocks anew,
And sing'd sheep-heads, and a haggize,
And scadlips to sup till ye 're fow.

Fy, let us all, &c.

There will be good lapper'd-milk kebbucks,
And sowens, and farles and baps,
With swats, and well-scraped paunches,
And brandie in stoups and in caps :
And there will be meal-kail and castocks,
And skink to sup till you rive;
And rosts to rost on a brander
Of flouks that was taken alive.

Fy, let us all, &c.

Scrapt haddocks, wilks, dulse, and tangle,
And a mill o' gude sneeshin' to prie;
Then weary with eating and'drinking,
We 'II rise up and dance till we die.
Fy, let us all to the briddel,
For there will be lilting there ;
For Jockie's to be married to Maggie,
The lass with the gauden hair.