To find my lad wi' yellow hair.

O me! if I'd his milk forget,
Nor cream, nor butter I would get;
Ye needna' tell--I ken full well--
On all my kine he'd cast his spell.

My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there--
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi' yellow hair.

On nights when I would rest at ease,
The merry lad begins to tease;
He'll loose the kine to take me out,
And titter while I move about.

My lightsome lad, my leering lad,
He's tittering here; he's tittering there--
I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain
To find my lad wi' yellow hair.




THE LITTLE OLD MAN OF THE BARN.


When all the big lads will be hunting the deer,
And no one for helping Old Callum comes near,