I coft a stane o' haslock woo,
To mak a wab to Johnie o't;
For Johnie is my onlie jo,
I lo'e 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 taylor staw the lynin o't. —

For though his locks be lyart grey,
And though his brow be beld aboon,
Yet I hae seen him on a day
The pride of a' the parishon. —
The cardin &c.