THE FAIR.[204]
YE loit'ring minnits faster flee,
Ye're all ower slaw behawf for me,
That wait impatient for the moornin';
To-moorn's the lang, lang wish'd for fair,
Ah'll try te shine the fooremust there,
Mysen i' finest cleeas adoornin',
Te grace the day.
Ah'll put mah best white stockings on,
An' pair o' new cawf-leather shoon,