[Footnote 203: "Ray, ree, or rey, a Portuguese coin, 100 of which are equal to sixpence English."--CLARKSON'S _Richmond_.] THE FAIR.[204] Ye loit'ring minnits faster flee, Ye're all ower slaw behawf for me, That wait impatient for the moornin'; To-moorn's the lang, lang wish'd for fair, Ah'll try te shine the fooremust there, Mysen i' finest cleeas adoornin', Te grace the day. Ah'll put mah best white stockings on, An' pair o' new cawf-leather shoon, My cleean-wesh'd goon o' printed cotton; Aboot my neck a muslin shawl, A new silk hankercher ower all, Wi' sike a careless air ah'll put on, Ah'll shine that day. My partner Ned, ah knaw, thinks he, "He'll mak' his sen secure o' me," He's ofens sed he'd treeat me rarely; Bud ah sal think ov other fun, Ah'll aim for sum rich farmer's son, An' cheeat our simple Neddy fairly, Sea sly that day. Why mud ah nut succeed as weel, An' get a man full oot genteel, As awd John Darby's dowghter Nelly; Ah think mysen as good as she, She can't mak' cheese or spin like me, That's mare 'an beauty, let me tell ye, On onny day. Then hey! for spoorts an' puppy shows, An' temptin' spice-stalls, rang'd i' rows, An' danglin' dolls, by t' necks all hangin', An' thoosand other pratty seeghts, An' lasses, trail'd alang the streets, Wi' lads, te t' yal-house gangin', Te drink that day. Let's leeak at t' winder,--ah can see 't, It seeams as tho' 'twas growin' leeght, The cloods wi' early rays adoornin', Ye loit'ring minnits faster flee, Ye're all ower slaw' behawf for me 'At wait impatient for the moornin', O' sike a day. FOOTNOTE: [Footnote 204: From _A Garland of New Songs_, without printer's name.] THE YORKSHIRE LAD IN LONDON. When I left father and mother, sister and brother, They all cried you'll surely be undone; For resolved was I my fortune to try, And just take a trip to London-- Cry'd my father, "When there, dont curse and swear As the Londoners do if they teaze ye, But your passion keep down as well as you can, And say--Jemmy Johnson squeeze me." "Lord, father, do you take me for a fool, That was in Yorkshire born and bred, man; I'm not to be done by the London chaps, As long as I've eyes in my head, man; And should they think for to go to contrive With their cunning and tricks to tease me, I, as well as they, know how many beans make five If I dont then--Jemmy Johnson squeeze me."