The auld man he gat owre the bed,
To see if the thing was true;
But she’s ta’en the bonny clerk in her arms,
And covered him owre wi’ blue, blue;
And covered him owre wi’ blue.
‘O! where are ye gaun now, father?’ she says,
‘And where are ye gaun sae late?
Ye’ve disturbed me in my evening prayers,
And O! but they were sweit, sweit;
And O! but they were sweit.’
‘O! ill betide ye, silly auld wife,
And an ill death may ye dee;
She has the muckle buik in her arms,
And she’s prayin’ for you and me, me;
And she’s prayin’ for you and me.’
The auld wife being not asleep,
Then something mair was said;
‘I’ll lay my life,’ quo’ the silly auld wife,
‘There’s a man by our dochter’s bed, bed;
There’s a man by our dochter’s bed.’
The auld wife she gat owre the bed,
To see if the thing was true;
But what the wrack took the auld wife’s fit?
For into the creel she flew, flew;
For into the creel she flew.
The man that was at the chimley-top,
Finding the creel was fu’,
He wrappit the rape round his left shouther,
And fast to him he drew, drew:
And fast to him he drew.
‘O, help! O, help! O, hinny, noo, help!
O, help! O, hinny, do!
For him that ye aye wished me at,
He’s carryin’ me off just noo, noo;
He’s carryin’ me off just noo.’
‘O! if the foul thief’s gotten ye,
I wish he may keep his haud;
For a’ the lee lang winter nicht,
Ye’ll never lie in your bed, bed;
Ye’ll never lie in your bed.’
He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,
He’s towed her through an’ through;
‘O, Gude! assist,’ quo’ the silly auld wife,
‘For I’m just departin’ noo, noo;
For I’m just departin’ noo.’
He’s towed her up, he’s towed her down,
He’s gien her a richt down fa’,
Till every rib i’ the auld wife’s side,
Played nick nack on the wa’, wa’;
Played nick nack on the wa’.