I hae seven braw new gowns Anither seven tae mak But yet for all my braw gowns My laddie has turned his back Besides I hae seven milking kye And Sandy has but three But yet for a' my good kye The laddie he winnae hae me. But yet for a' my good kye The laddie he winnae hae me.
My daddy's a delver o' the dyke My mother can card and spin And I'm a fine fit canty lass The siller comes clinking in. The siller comes clinking in And it's fu' grand tae see Fifty times I've wondered now What ails the lads at me Fifty times I've wondered now What ails the lads at me
Whenever our auld dog does bark Fast to the door I run Tae see gin I ony blythe young spark Will light and venture in. But sic a lad ne'er yet has cime Tho' mony a ane gaes by Far ben the hoose I rin A waeful wight am I Far ben the hoose I rin A waeful wight am I
Seven braw new gowns I hae Anither seven tae mak But yet for all the gowns I hae The laddies don't want tae crack When I was first at my prayers I prayed but once a year. I prayed for a handsome young man A lad wi' muckle gear I prayed for a handsome young man A lad wi' muckle gear
But now when I'm at my prayers I pray both night and day And if a beggarman wid cime Wi' him I wud surely gae And oh what will cime o' me Whatever shall I do? In spite o' all my braw gowns There's no one here tae woo In spite o' all my braw gowns There's no one here tae wooTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
