THE NETHERTON BALL.
When Autumn was sicken’d and over,
Hansel-Monday it came at last,
Anxious engag’d was each lover.
That night in good humour to pass.
The dubs had their cauld icy coat on,
And keen blew the-wind o’er the hill;
But aff to the Netherton barn,
They would be to dance a’ their fill.
Some lads a' their lasses had trysted,
And ithers did venture on chance,
'Bought eighty they say, were collected
That night on the floor for to dance.
There’s Willie and Tam frae the Laracks,
And Moll she was fair to be seen;
But wha was sae saucy’s the dandy,
That cam frae the Rue, even Jean.
There's Corntown Johnnie, and Geordie
I trow is a braw decent man,
Assisted in mixing the toddy
And handing about of the can.
Though Betsey she stuck close by Duncan,
Her features were mild, sweet and meek,
And fairer than the dewy roses,
The colours of this lass's cheek.
To be such assembly collected
They behaved a' wonderous weel;
There's none was more modest and decent,
Than they from auld Doune and the Mill.
But ane I do think was amang them,
For beauty none did her excel,
Like lillies and roses entwined,
Sweet Jessie she did bear the bell.
The town and the country were jovial,
And finely agree they did all,
And blythe as the lark in the morning,
When they did return frae the ball.
The lads and the lasses from Deanston,
And about Doune and the Mill,
Combin'd in good humour each other,
And parted a' friends o'er a gill.
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