the lass o' ecclefechan
tune—“jack o' latin.”
gat ye me, o gat ye me,
o gat ye me wi' naething?
rock an reel, and spinning wheel,
a mickle quarter basin:
bye attour my gutcher has
a heich house and a laich ane,
a' forbye my bonie sel,
the toss o' ecclefechan.
o haud your tongue now, lucky lang,
o haud your tongue and jauner
i held the gate till you i met,
syne i began to wander:
i tint my whistle and my sang,
i tint my peace and pleasure;
but your green graff, now lucky lang,
wad airt me to my treasure.