STAVE.

A. Oh! fair is the sight to see,

When the lads and the lasses are dancin’;

The cuckoo, he calls from the tree,

And the birds through the green wood are glancin’!

B. Oh! ’tis fair in Vining-town,

When to kirk the lovers repair:

Of other light need they have none,

So light is the bride’s yellow hair.