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A WEE BIRD CAM' TAE MY APRON
It fell on a morning, a morning in May
My faither's cows they a' went astray
I loutit me down and the heather was gay
And a burr stack tae my apron Wi' a rye doo a dum, wi' a rye doo a day Wi' a rye doo a dum, wi' a rye doo a day Wi' a rye doo a dum, wi' a rye doo a day A wee bird cam' tae my apron
Oh aince my apron it was wide
But noo my knees it scarce can hide
And oh the grief that I've tae bide
When I look tae my apron
Oh aince my apron it was new
But noo it's gotten another hue
But noo it's gotten another hue
There's a braw lad below my apron
I saw my faither on the stair
Combing doon his yellow hair
Says, "
What is it that ye've got in there?
Sae well rowed aneath yer apron"
It's neither vagabond nor loon
He's the best stay-maker in the toon
And he's made me a stomacher to bear up my goon
And I rowed aneath my apron
I saw my mother on the stair
Combing doon her yellow hair
Says, "
What is that ye've got in there
Sae wee rowed aneath yer apron?"
It is my mantle and my shirt
I had nae will tae daidle it
I had nae will tae daidle it
And I rowed it aneath my apron
As I was going doon the street
My siller slippers on my feet
Oh aye my freends I'd ill-well tae meet
And my braw lad rowed aneath my apronsung by Jean Redpathfilename
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