The Holy Fair

The Holy Fair by Robert Burns (1786)

On a bright simmer Sunday, the narrator meets three women: Fun, his cronie, accompanied by Superstitution and Hypocrisy. Fun invites him to the Mauchline Holy Fair, promising laughter at the spectacle, and he joins the crowds travelling there. The roads are filled with farmers, cotters, fashionable young men, and bare-footed lasses in bright clothes carrying cheese and buttered farls. After paying to enter, the narrator finds a crowded gathering of shelters, stools, gossip, flirtation, Racer Jess, whores, young women, and noisy wabster lads. Some people think upon their sins or pray, while others watch the lasses. A man pleased to have his chosen lass beside him gradually lets his arm slip around her neck and his hand rest upon her bosom without notice. Moodie mounts the holy door and preaches damnation with rattling, thumping, stamping, jumping, shrieking, and wild gestures. His aspect is said to be so terrifying that even Hornie would flee from it. Smith follows with a polished discourse on practice, morals, reason, and the moral man, but the narrator mocks him for speaking no word of faith; the godly listeners leave to attend the jars and barrels. Peebles next ascends the rostrum, and Common-sense takes flight up the Cowgate. Wee Miller then supports Orthodoxy although he privately thinks it old wives’ fables, because he wants a manse and cautiously humours the audience. The change-house fills with drinkers demanding bakes and gills, clattering pint-stowps, and arguing loudly over logic and scripture. The narrator praises drink for giving more wit, learning, knowledge, and lively ideas than school or college. Lads and lasses sit around toddy, judging one another’s clothes and looks, while some sit cosily apart and make assignations. Black Russell’s trumpet-like preaching rings through the hills. His words about Hell, a boundless pit of burning brimstone whose heat could melt stone, frighten sleeping hearers into thinking they hear its roar, though the sound is merely a neighbour snoring. When the assembly is dismissed, people crowd to the yill, drinking from cogs and caups while cheese and bread are shared around. A gawsie guidwife sits by the fire and cuts her kebbuck; the lasses grow shy, and old guidmen dispute at length over grace. The narrator laments men with no lass and lasses with nothing, and urges wives not to affront young women over a kebbuck-heel. When Clinkumbell rings, some swagger home while others remain for the afternoon. Men halt at the slaps as lasses remove their shoes, and faith, hope, love, and drink put everyone in a mood for crack. The fair converts many hearts: some are filled with love divine, some with brandy, and many meetings begun there may lead to houghmagandie another day.

By Robert Burns · First published 1786 · Genre: Satirical poetry, Religious satire, Narrative poetry · 2,665 words

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"Holy Fair" is a common phrase in the west of Scotland for a sacramental occasion. -R. B.

A robe of seeming truth and trust / Hid crafty Observation; / And secret hung, with poison'd crust, / The dirk of Defamation:

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Scottish vernacular poetry · satirical narrative poem · eighteenth-century Scotland · Mauchline · Presbyterian sacramental fair · religious hypocrisy · church satire · Calvinist orthodoxy · revivalist preaching · sermons on damnation · hellfire imagery · clergy caricature

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