The Poetical Works of Robert Burns/There's News, Lasses - текст песни

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THERE'S NEWS, LASSES.
There's
news, lasses, news,
Gude news I've to tell,
There's a boat fu' o' lads
Come to our town to sell.
The wean wants a cradle,
An' the cradle wants a cod,
An' I'll no gang to my bed
Until I get a nod.
Father, quo' she, Mither, quo' she,
Do what ye can,
I'll no gang to my bed
Till I get a man.
The wean, &c.
I hae as gude a craft rig
As made o' yird and stane;
And waly fu' the ley-crap
For I maun till'd again.
The wean, &c.