Mally Dunn

Twes at the last October Fair, Aw furst saw Mally Dunn
Her bright blue eyes and yellow hair me fancy fairly wun;
She luckt the queen ov a' the queens that seem'd sa happy there.
Aw wes ower head an' ears i' luv, wi' Mally at the fair.

Chorus-
Such a bonny lass aw cuddent pass,
Like Mally at the Fair
Oh, happy, neet--that aw shud meet
Maw cumley sweetheart there.

Says aw, maw canny luckin lass, aw'll buy ye owt ye like.
Or if sic things ye reckon trash, aw'll tyek ye for a hike
To yon great shakey shuggy- shoo that myeks foaks stop an' stare,
Or i' the roondy-boot, ne doot ye'll fettle at the Fair.

Says she me lad, that winnet dee, aw think aw' ve that much sense
Te knaw when lads myek ower free ye'd better keep yor pence!
Aw' ve nivor sssn yor fyece before--a stranger, aw declare
Shall nivor buy, wi' paltry toy me fancy at the Fair!

Aw liked that little bit conceit, aw's sure it pleased us mair
Then if she'd craved us for a treate like uther lasses there,
For if, throo bribes ye win a heart Yor awn 'ill seun turn sair,
A higher bidder puts ye oot!--aw think that issent fair.

We passed the stalls, 'aw set her hyem, tho' gan away! she said,
But if yor shy ye needen't try te win a bonny maid!
For time's flew on,--aw've bowt the ring, te marry, aw declare
The lass that means to tyek me sel, tho' she refused me Fair!
^^
Joe Wilson
anyone got the tune