Wast’tu up an down seekin for yur hinny?

Wast’tu up an down seeking for yur lam.

Then aw met yur Ben, an we were like to fight;

An when we cam to Sandgate it was pick night;

Crossin the road, aw met wi’ Bobby Swinny:

Hing on the girdle, let’s hev a singin hinny.

Aw my sorrow’s ower now, a’ve fund my hinny,

Aw my sorrow’s ower now, a’ve fund my bairn;

Lang may aw shout, ma’ canny hinny,

Lang may aw shout, ma’ bonny bairn.