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JOHN MacDONALD, voice., Recorded by Tony Engle and Tony Russell in the singer's mobile home, Pitgaveny, Elgin, Morayshire, November 1974; Topic 12TS263.
Five and twenty farmers' wives came down by Kerriemuir.In the middle of The Lancers they gone clattering over the floor.
Chorus:
At the ball, the ball, the ball o' Kerriemeer.Aye, the ball, the ball, the ball o' Kerriemeer.
The provost he was there and he wasn't feeling well.He had to leave the room in the middle o' the reel.The poor man he was sick!
Darby Clark he would sing standing on a form.We pelted him with rotten eggs afore he could perform.
David on his timmer leg screwed his sofa caster.He tried a race with the postie's shelt [postman's pony] and on the brae [slope] he passed her.
Now, the old wife she came hirplin ben [hobbling in], she's leaning on a staff.She says, "I'll dance The Hieland Fling!" and she managed wi' a charve [struggle].
Daylight was broadly coming in and fan [when] we made for hame [home],If wir [our] legs lost their fashion [strength], then we had just ourselves to blame.
'Twas acht [eight] o'clock I wokened up and in a bush o' breen [broom]I'd lie in there for longer, but my bottle it was teem [empty].
The minister's wife she was there and she was worst of a' [all].She drank sae muckle fusty [so much whisky] she coudn't stand ava [at all]
Now, here's to old Kerriemeer and to the famous ball.I can not sing another verse. Och, I'm just about to fall.
Spoken: What a night that was!
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