the cardin o't, the spinnin 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.