AFTER THE FAIR
The Fair it is endit,
We’re working again,
Thrapples are roostie,
Siller there’s nane
Licht-fingert gentry,
The Bookies an’ a’,
The maist o’ the siller
Ha’e cairrit awa’.
Tip Tam and his cronie
Are maist in despair,
They’ve solemnly vowed
To gamble nae mair
