The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1842-11-10
The Holy Fair.
BY ROBERT BuRn

The Holy Fair.
BY ROBERT BURNS
Upon a simmer Sunday morn
When natures face Is tair ....
walked forth to view the corn,
An snuff the caller air;
The rising sun owre Caisfon muirs
WIZ glorious light was glin in; . .
The hares were hirplin down the furze,
The laverocks they were chantin
aI Fu' sweet that day. 1...
As lightsomely gowrd abroad, .,I....
To see scene sac gay,
Three hizzies, early at the road.
Came skelpin up the way Lad Hr...
Twa had manteeles o. dolefu' black,
But ane wiz lyart lining
The third, that gaed a-wee-a-back,
Was in the fashion shining,
Fu' gay thatday.
The iWa appeared like sisters twin,
In feature. form, an claes,
Their visage, withered, lang an thin, MAD
An sour as ony saes;
The Ihird cam ap, hap-step-an'lowp, H
As light as ony lsmbie. t.
An WI curtchie low did stoop,
As soon as e'er she saw me, Nlf
Fur kind that day.
VII bonnet all, quoth /, "Sweet lass
think ye seem to ken me;
Pm sue Pve seen that bonnie face, nns..h
But yet Gamma name ye." r.
Quo she, an laughin as she spak,
An'tak me by the hands, oi .n of.ut
"Ye, for my sake, hae glen the fsck .r.
OF athe ten commands
screed some day.
"My name is Fun-your cronie dear,
The nearest friend ye haze
i An this is Superstition here,
An that's Hypocrisy.
4 I'm gaun to - HOLY Fair
To spend an hour in datin:
Gin yen go there yon runkled pair
We will get famous laughin 'aH
. At them this day.
Quoth ], With a. my heart III dot;
Pll get my Sundays sark on,
An meet you on the holy spot
Faith we'se hae fine remsrkin !
Then gaed hame at crowde-time,
An soon made me ready
For roads were clad frae side to side,
3 WI monte weary body,
5 2 '1 In droves that day.
Here farmers cash, in ridn graith,
Gaed hoddn by their cotters; I
There, swankies young, in Draw brad.clath,
Are springing DER the cutters.
The lasses skelpin BARRETT, thrang, en
In silks an scarlets glitter
WI street milk cheese, in monte whang,
An farls baked WI butter "Lt
J Fu'crump thatday.
When by the plate we set our nose
Weel heapJd up WI ha'pence,
Agreedy glowr Black Bannet throws,
An we maun draw our tippence,
Then in we 60 to see the show,
On every side they're gathrn,
Some carrying dales, some chairs an stools
An some are busy blethrin
Fn Right loud that day.
Here stands shed To fend the showers
An screen our countra gentry,
There rdcer-Jess, and
Are blinkin at the entry.
Here sits of tittlin jades,
WI heaving breast and bare neck,
An'there a batch o. wabstcr lads,
Blackguarding frae Kilmonock
For fun this day.
Here some are thinkin on their sins,i
An some upo' their claes I tar F..
Ane curses feet that fyled his shins
Anther signs an prays:
On this hand sits q chosen swatch, l1t
WI screw ed.up graceproud faces;
On that a set o. chaps at watch,
Thrang winkin on the lasses
To chairs that day.
O happy is that man an blest
Nae wonder that it pride him
Wha's ain dear lass, that he likes best
Comes clinkin down beside him!
WI arm reposed on the chair back,
He sweetly does compose him
Which, by degrees. slips around her neck,
Ans loot upon her bosom $3.50
Unkend that day.
Now a. the congregations Ger
In silent expectation;
For - : speeds the holy door
WIZ tidngs O. d-mn-t-n.
Should Hornie. as in ancient days.
'Msng sons o. G. present him,
The vera sight o. = .h face
To . ain bet hame had sent him
naHs 20 - WI fright that day
Hear now he clears the points o. faith
WI rattlin an wi thumpin .L, "A
Now meekly calm, now wild in wrath
He's stampin an he's jumpin
His heightened chin, his turned up snout
His eldritch sQueel and gestures
o how they fire the heart devout, POD
Like csnthardian paisters. ar
On sic a day
But, bark the tent has changed it's voice:
There's peace an rest nae longer;
For a. the real judges rise,
They Gamma sit for anger N'
opens out his cauld harangues,
Nm act md lie
An aft the godly pour In thrangs.
To gle the jars and barrels
bn ru Lift that day. .rn,
What signifies his barren shine, f
or moral powers and reason
His English style, an gesture fine Iu
Are a. clean out o. season.
Like Socrates or .7nf0nine
Or Some auld pagan heather, ..
The moral man he does define,
But ne'er word o. faith in
ue na That's right thst day.
In guild time comes an antdote Jl. lUI ..s
Against sic poisoned nostrum; n
For - ', frae the water ht
Ascends the holy restrum: rn1'i
See, up he's got the word o. O., 10y e.qrr . a ....
An meek an min has viewed it.
While Common Sense has ta'en the road
An aft, an up the Cswgate,
! ,Ut ,i~r. Fast, fast, that day.
Wee - =, nest the guard relieves
An orthodoxy raioles, ai'i
Tho in his heart he weel believes,
An thinks it auld wives fables
But faith the birkie wants a manse,
SO, cannily he huns them fu
Altho' his arnal wit an sense
Like hafilins ways o'ercomes him
Al times that day
Now butt an ben, the change house fills,
Wryill-cap commentators; .,.I
Here's crying out for bakes and gills,
An there the pint stowp clatters ''
While thick n'thrang, an loud anil lang, ~
VII logic, an wi scripture,
They raise din, that in the end
II like to breed rupture
oH T ut o. wrath that day.
Leeze me drink it gies us mair I
Than either school or college,:
1t kindes wit, it wsukens lear,
II pangs us fou o. knowledge.
Bet whiskey gill, or penny wheep,
Or ony stronger potion,
II never fails, on drinking deep,
To kittle up our notion
BY night or day.
The lads an lasses blythely bent
To mind bath saul and body,
Sit round the table, weel content
An steer about the toddy,
On this ane's Dress an that anes leuk,
They're making observations;