543. Song—News lassies news

 THERE’S news, lassies, news,
 Gude news I’ve to tell!
There’s a boatfu’ o’ lads
 Come to our town to sell.



Chorus.
—The wean wants a cradle,
 And the cradle wants a cod:
I’ll no gang to my bed,
 Until I get a nod.



Father, quo’ she, Mither, quo she,
 Do what you can,
I’ll no gang to my bed,
 Until I get a man.

 The wean, &c.



I hae as gude a craft rig
 As made o’yird and stane;
And waly fa’ the ley-crap,
 For I maun till’d again.

 The wean, &c.

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