|
As I came in by Fisherrow, Musselburgh was near me; I threw off my mussel pock And courted wi' my deary. Chorus: Up stairs, doon stairs, Timmer stairs fears me, I thought it lang to lie my lane When I'm sae near my deary. |
O had her apron bidden doon, The kirk wad ne'er hae kend it, But since the word's gane through the toon, My dear, I canna mend it. But ye maun mount the cutty-stool And I maun mount the pillar, And that's the way the poor folks dae, Because they hae nae siller. |
| Deutsche Volkslieder
| Ahnenforschung
| Ferienaufenthalt
| Folksongs
| Hymns
| Genealogy
| Pacific Holiday
| HOME PAGE
| SEARCH
| Email
| Bridge
| Forum
|