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.