Peter Fair
Catherine Paterson (late of Cowfurrich)

  • `Twas on a Friday morning,
  • The day dawned bright an' clear,
  • The villagers were up betimes,
  • But oh dear, what a steer!
  • We all had breakfast early,
  • And each one did their job,
  • To clear away the debris,
  • And get ready for the road.
  • For `Peter Fair' had come at last,
  • And filled us with elation,
  • Except perhaps the mothers,
  • Who deemed it a vexation,
  • For before we got the youngsters
  • Arrayed in a' their best,
  • Oor heads were whirling 'roon a aboot,
  • And we felt mair like a rest.
  • But off we went to join the throng,
  • Some throng it was, I ween,
  • For when we reached the main road
  • There was plenty to be seen.
  • Charabancs aud motor cars,
  • Bicycles and prams;
  • The villagers piled intae a bus,
  • But loshtie, sic a cram.
  • But soon we reached the fairground,
  • An' mingled wi' the crowd,
  • We wandered roon the `stannies',
  • The `swings' and `dancin' board.
  • We met wi' mony an auld freen,
  • We hadna' seen for years,
  • But before long wi' the deavin' din,
  • We were near reduced tae tears.
  • So we joggit past the `cher-o-planes',
  • And made for a tea-tent
  • There to rest our weary limbs,
  • And crack to oor content.
  • We spoke aboot the days gone-by,
  • An' a' that's passed before,
  • For there's nae frien's like oor auld frien's
  • We kent in days of yore.
  • But as the efterneen wore on,
  • We began tae think o' hame,
  • We visited the candy stan'
  • An' bocht some for the Weans,
  • An' last ava among the `flowers'
  • we lost a `coont 0' time
  • As we swithered twixt this plant or that,
  • Then settled on a fern.
  • By then `twas time tae get the bus,
  • The bairnies tired an' cross,
  • The day had been a trying one,
  • But weel worth a' the fuss,
  • Meetin' a' oor couthy frien's,
  • Wi' a' their kin'ly cheer,
  • We shook hands wi' fair promises,
  • Tae meet again next year.
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