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.