(a muttering is heard from indeterminate source in the growing throng of bearded instrument-wielders)..."methinks a certain rusty-haired damsel has more'n music on her agile mind....
"indeed that puts me in mind of a song..."You can see them all, the lads o' the fair
Lads o' the Forth and the Callan water
Workin lads and lads wi' gear
Lads would sell you the prefect's daughter
Soldiers back from the German wars
Peddlers over the border...
And Lassies wi' an eye for more than the kye
At the trystin' fair at Mudcat...
Tap another keg, Dave, I think the fun is just startin'