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.