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I'm gaun to sing ye a sang,
And I hope it'll gie ye content,
It's a aboot an auld fairmer,
Gaun awa' to pay his rent.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

As he was a-ridin' along,
A-ridin' upon the highway,
A gentleman robber rode up to him
And these words he did say

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

“Hoo far are ye gaun, kind sir?”
This made the auld man to smile;
“To tell you the truth,” the auld man said,
“I'm just gaun twa-three mile.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

“A doited auld carle am I,
Just rentin a sma' piece o' grund,
And the half-yearly rent o' it
Amounts to forty pounds.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

“But my landlord's no' been at hame,
I've no' seen him a year or more,
Which makes the yearly rent o' it
Amount unto fourscore.”

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

“You shouldnae hae told me this,
When robbers they are so many,
For if they met you on the way,
They'd rob you of every penny.”

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

The auld man winked his e'e,
Says, “I don't care a fig,
My money is safe intae my bags,
Just under my saddle rig.”

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

The gentleman robber then said,
“Deliver up your money,
Or else your life'll be snuffed oot,
For pistols are nae canny.”

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

But the farmer he was crafty,
As in this world are many,
He threw the saddle oot over the hedge,
Says, “Fetch it, if ye'll have any.”

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

The robber he got off his horse
With courage so stout and bold;
Awa' in search o' the saddle he ran,
Gave the auld man his horse tae hold.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

The auld man pit his foot in the stirrup,
And then he got on at the stride,
And syne he set oot at the gallop
Ye needna hae bidden him ride.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

The robber he flew in a passion,
There was naethin' but straw in the bags,
So he drew oot his rusty auld gully,
And hackit the saddle to rags.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

As the fairmer was ridin' hame,
And gallopin' through the glen,
He spied auld Maggie, his riding mear,
And shouted, “Maggie, come hame!”

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

And when that he got hame,
And told what he had done,
The auld man's wife pit on his claes,
And roond the hoose she ran.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

When they opened the robber's bag,
A wonderful sight to behold,
There was five hundred guineas in silver
And five hundred guineas in gold.

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

And aye she danced around,
And made a muckle commotion,
“If ever oor dochter gets married,” she said,
It'll help tae enlarge her potion.”

Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee,
Sing falla la la la la,
Sing falla la la la lee

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