News, Lassies, News（1 / 1）

news, lassies, news

there's news, lassies, news,

gude news i've to tell!

there's a boatfu' o' lads

come to our town to sell.

chorus—the wean wants a cradle,

and the cradle wants a cod:

i'll no gang to my bed,

until i get a nod.

father, quo' she, mither, quo she,

do what you can,

i'll no gang to my bed,

until i get a man.

the wean, c.

i hae as gude a craft rig

as made o'yird and stane;

and waly fa' the ley-crap,

for i maun till'd again.

the wean, c.