522. Song—The Cardin o't the Spinning 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.

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