news, lassies, news

  there's news, lassies, news,

  gude news i've to tell!

  there's a boatfu' o' lads

   e 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.