The Roving MAIDS of EDINBURGH.
THE roving maids of Edinburgh,
they are both brisk and airy,
They make young men to laugh at them,
their head so high they carry,
Fal der lal, der ral lal.
Now behold these pretty maids,
as they walk on the causway,
With ruffle-cuffs and capuchins,
and wow but they be saucy.Fal, &c.
With fine net-hoods upon their heads,
each flame a buckling comb O,
Which mounted is with silver bright,
and set with Bristo' stone O.Fal, &c.
Their lockets fine that bright do shine,
a glancing broach below it,
Their bravitie full well we see,
how proud they are to show it.Fal, &c.
With new fashion'd caps of diff'rent sets,
that are so monstrous high O,
Such flairy-gigs upon their heads,
are frightful to the eye O.Fal der, &c.
The other night I got such a fright,
I blest me from all evil,
When a lady came in shining robes,
I thought it was the devil. Fal der. &c.
