BALLAD LXXV. THE CODBECK WEDDIN. TUNE," Andrew Carr." True is my song, tho' lowly be the strain. THEY sing of a weddin at Worton, The breydegruim was weaver Joe Bewley, Sec patchin, and weshin, and bleachin, There were tweescore and seebem invited, Furst thing, oggle Willy, the fiddler, Frae Brocklebank*, Fuilduirs*, and Newlands*, Furst, auld Jwohnny Dawton we'll nwotish, Goffet' weyfe, Muckle Nanny by neame; Wully Sinclair, Smith Leytle, Jwohn Aitchin, We'd hay-cruiks, and hen-tails, and hanniels, Wi' sceape-greaces, skeybels, and scruffins, We'd lads that wad eat for a weager, Or feght, ay, Fell-seyders, and Sowerby riff-raff, That deil a bum-bealie dare seize. ་་་་་་་་འ. *Villages and odd houses in the neighbourhood. The breyde hung her head, and luik'd sheepish, The breydegruim as wheyte as a clout; The bairns aw gleym'd thro' the kurk windows, The parson was varra devout: The ring was lost out of her pocket, Cries Goffet' wife, "Mine's meade o' pinchback, "And, la ye! it fits till a tee!" Now buckl'd, wi' fiddlers afwore them, aw." We drank till aw seem'd blue about us, 6 Michael' weyfe says, Widout onie leein, 'A duck mud ha'e swam on the fleer.' Now, aw 'bacco'd owre, and hawf-drucken, The men fwok wad needs kiss the breyde; Joe Head, that's aye reckon'd best spokesman, Whop'd "guid wad the couple beteyde:" Says Michael, "I's reet glad to see you, 66 Suppwosin I gat ne'er a plack." Cries t' weyfe, "That'll nowther pay brewer, "Nor get bits o' sarks to yen's back." The breyde wad dance Coddle me, Cuddy;' A threesome then caper'd Scotch Reels; Peter Weir cleek'd up auld Mary Dalton, Leyke a cock round a hen neist he steals; Jwohn Bell yelp'd out' Sowerby Lasses;" To march round the town, and keep swober, The youngermak lurried ahint them, Till efter them Bell neade a brek; Tom Ridley was aw baiz'd wi' drinkin, To Hudless's now off they sizell'd, And there gat far mair than eneugh; He thought he was teakin his mouter, Joe Sim rwoar'd out, "Bin, we've duin wonders ! Meyner Leytle wad now hoist a standert, For dinner, we'd stew'd geuse, and haggish, Pork, pancakes, black puddins, sheep trotters, The breyde, geavin aw roun about her, We'd loppar'd milk, skim'd milk, and kurn'd milk, |