  My laddie sits owre late up, My laddie sits owre late up, My laddie sits owre late up, With the pint pot and the cup. How Johnny cum hame to yur bairn, How Johnny cum hame to yur bairn, How Johnny cum hame to yur bairn, Wiv a rye loaf under yur airm. He addles three ha’pence a week, That’s nobbit a fardin a day; He sits with a pipe in his cheek, And he fuddles his money away. My laddie is never the near, My laddie is never the near: And when I cry out, “Lad, cum hame!” He calls out again for mair beer. My laddie sits, &c. |
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