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 Jockie Lad an’ Ye wa’d steal me.

OCKIE came the other morning, O! says Katie are ye scorning; Do ye really think to try me; Jockie, lad, I’ll ne’er deny ye. Jockie, lad, an’ ye wa’d steal me, I wa’d surely burn my wheelie, My bonny Jock, an’ ye wa’d steal me. Jockie, &c.

Before he kist me, his mouth he dighted, Lang ere that he did effect it, My mother wi’ the Iron poker, She came out o’er my stern quarter. Jockie, &c.

Sit ye down ye idle hussie, To your wheelie and be bussie; If I find you idle Katie, I will thump your rumple neatly. Jockie, &c.

But ay since fine I do repent it, And fair my heart does now relent,