I'm gaun to Mauchline Holy Fair,
To spend an hour in daffin'; mirth
Gin ye'll go there, yon runkled pair,
We will get famous laughin'
At them this day.’
Quoth I, ‘Wi' a' my heart, I'll do't;
I'll get my Sunday's sark on, shirt
An' meet you on the holy spot;
Faith, we'se hae fine remarkin'!’
Then I gaed hame at crowdie-time, porridge