When She Cam’ Ben She Bobbed

     O when she cam’ ben she bobbed fu’ law,
     O when she cam’ ben she bobbed fu’ law,
     And when she cam’ ben, she kiss’d Cockpen,
     And syne denied she did it at a’.

     And was na Cockpen right saucy witha’? 
     And was na Cockpen right saucy witha’? 
     In leaving the daughter of a lord,
     And kissin’ a collier lassie an’ a’!

     O never look down, my lassie, at a’,
     O never look down, my lassie, at a’,
     Thy lips are as sweet, and thy figure complete,
     As the finest dame in castle or ha’.

     Tho’ thou has nae silk, and holland sae sma’,
     Tho’ thou has nae silk, and holland sae sma’,
     Thy coat and thy sark are thy ain handiwark,
     And lady Jean was never sae braw.

Scroggam, My Dearie

     There was a wife wonn’d in Cockpen, Scroggam;
     She brew’d gude ale for gentlemen;
     Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,
     Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

     The gudewife’s dochter fell in a fever, Scroggam;
     The priest o’ the parish he fell in anither;
     Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,
     Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

     They laid the twa i’ the bed thegither, Scroggam;
     That the heat o’ the tane might cool the tither;
     Sing auld Cowl, lay ye down by me,
     Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

My Collier Laddie

     “Whare live ye, my bonie lass? 
     And tell me what they ca’ ye;”
     “My name,” she says, “is mistress Jean,
     And I follow the Collier laddie.” 
     “My name, she says, &c.

     “See you not yon hills and dales
     The sun shines on sae brawlie;
     They a’ are mine, and they shall be thine,
     Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie. 
     “They a’ are mine, &c.

     “Ye shall gang in gay attire,
     Weel buskit up sae gaudy;
     And ane to wait on every hand,
     Gin ye’ll leave your Collier laddie.” 
     “And ane to wait, &c.

     “Tho’ ye had a’ the sun shines on,
     And the earth conceals sae lowly,
     I wad turn my back on you and it a’,
     And embrace my Collier laddie. 
     “I wad turn my back, &c.

     “I can win my five pennies in a day,
     An’ spen’t at night fu’ brawlie: 
     And make my bed in the collier’s neuk,
     And lie down wi’ my Collier laddie. 
     “And make my bed, &c.

“Love for love is the bargain for me, Tho’ the wee cot-house should haud me; and the warld before me to win my bread, And fair fa’ my Collier laddie!” “And the warld before me, &c.

Sic A Wife As Willie Had