# The Little Taylor's Wedding/Тhе Little Taylor's Wedding

The Little Tailor's Wedding.
Of merry folks a' in a ring, To ſee them a' louping and ſweating, Is ſurely a comical thing. And fy, let us a' to the Knocker. And ſee the braw wedding that's there, Laſſes conveen'd without tocher, And ſome between hope and deſpair. This bride ſhe had a bit bairn, And what the war was ſhe o' that? The bridegroom he looked for tocher, She had na use mair but a pot; Neither a ſheet nor a blanket, But a ſidemantle wi' a lang hole. The tailor was fidging to get her, The laſs na langer could thole; Crying, O! what will come o' me, And O! what will I do then, My mither has naething to gi'e me, And a tailor maun do for a man! I thought to get cobbler Willy, But he has turn'd fancy and nice, When ance he got plenty o'leather, He never came ſpeiring my price; He meaſur'd my ſoles in the dark, What for a blind bargain was that, For him to turn up my ten taes, And leave me to lull what I got; ​Crying, O! what will come o' me, And, O! what will I do then, My mither has naething to gi'e me, And my maidenhead's out in a lend. Will Downie the weaver came to me, He wanted a lend of the ſame, But I ſaid he ſhould not have it, Till once he had made me his ain: Alas, that he has been thrice burnt, It's time now her buttocks to claw, She'll ſurely be war of the fourth, If ſhe mind any fortune at a'. Now the tailor bobb'd round i' the ring, But, O! he was ſhort in the ſhanks, And as he came kiſsing the maids, His mouth ſcarce came to their flanks, Some was right lowerdly looting, And ſo was lang Meg of the moſs, She ſet up her bum to the wa', And ſtretch'd out her neck like a gooſe, Crying, O, what will come o' me, And, O, what will do then, If I bow ſo low to a tailor, For I'm ſure I m no kiſt by a man. But the tailor let glaum at her puſſy, And made her to ſqueak like a cat, And as ſhe bow'd down to defend him, He kiſt her, ſhe ſluag and ſhe ſlet; And O as he cracket and ſmacket, And hang by his paws at her neck, Till a' in the ring fell a-laughing: The fiddler the ſpring be did ſtick, Cryin O, what what will come o' me For I can play up nae mair, ​We have ſuch a merry bridegroom, He's muſic enough I declare. And then they went into the dinner, It was a braw table indeed, The bride got a ram's rumple to pick, And tilt like a dog wi' her head: The bridegroom he ſat on a creepie, For he had no higher ſeat, And by him the prieſt of the pariſh, As chaplain for grace of the meat, And O, as they rugget and tugget, And ſwallow'd baith grit bita and bance, The fiddler got nane o' their kail, And happy was he for their pains. Will Miller was cook of the kettle, And he put a doſe in the kail, Which made a' their bellies to rumble, And ran to the midden for bail. The prieſt we ought not to mention, But the bunneuch began wi' Meſs John, Who ran to the midden for mercy, And leſt them to ſay grace alone: And O, ſuch a pumping and boeking, Like men going maſons to fer', With mortar well mix'd in their breeches, Enough for to poiſon the air. The men ran a' to the midden, And the women ran into the byre, And there made their cannons to rattle, As it had been a running fire. Will Miller the cook be took leg Down o'er the bank an' awa, And ſic a foul hurl at a wedding, He ſwore the like he ne'er ſaw, ​Crying, O, what will come o' me, Fy, for I'm like for to ſpew, Sic a byreful of maids beſhit, And the midden is heepet up fu'. The beggars and bairns about, Likewiſe to the bunneuch were put, And ſic a great day of dunging, The Knockerland never did get. The bride and her maidens ſat greeting, And crying their credit was crackt, We'll neither get tailor nor ſooter, Such a more in our marriage they'll mak, Crying, O what will come o' me, And O, what will we do now, Young lads will funner to ſee us,
MACPHERSON'S Farewell.
The wretch's deſtinie, McPherſon's time will not be long, On yonder gallows-tree. Sae rantingly, ſae wantonly, Sae dauntingly gaed he, He play'd a ſpring and danc'd it round, Below the gallows tree.
O what is death but parting breath! On many a bloody plain,