the cardin o't, the spinnin o't

  i coft a stane o' haslock woo',

  to mak a wab to johnie o't;

  for johnie is my only jo,

  i loe him best of onie yet.

  chorus—the cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,

  the warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;

  when ilka ell cost me a groat,

  the tailor staw the lynin' o't.

  for tho' his locks be lyart grey,

  and tho' his brow be beld aboon,

  yet i hae seen him on a day,

  the pride of a' the parishen.

  the cardin o't, &c.