Then styens to them gans rattlin', rattlin',
They set off a gallopin', gallopin',
Legs an' arms gan' wallopin', wallopin',
For fear o' Bella Roy, O!
Now, when she gans through the chares,
Each bairn begins, and shouts and blairs,
And cries, as she gans up the stairs,
Where's drucken Bella Roy, O!
Then styens, &c.
Now, if she's had a sup o' beer,
She sets ti wark to curse and swear,
And myeks them run away, for fear,
Frae Drucken Bella Roy, O!
Then styens, &c.
Believe me, friends, these are her words:
She says—Get hyem, ye w——'s birds,
Else aw'll bray ye as flat as t——s,
Cries drucken Bella Roy, O!
Then styens, &c.
She says—Ye have a w——e at hyem,
And if ye'll not let me alyen,
Maw faith, aw'll break your rumple byen,
Says drucken Bella Roy, O!
Then styens, &c.
She'll myek the place like thunner ring,
And down the stairs her things will fling,
And cry—Get out, yor —— thing—
Cries drucken Bella Roy, O!
Then styens, &c.
Then in the house she sits and chats,
The bairns, then, hit her door such bats—
She calls them a' the hellish cats,
Dis drucken Bella Roy, O!
Then styens, &c.
She shouts until she hurts her head,
And then she's forc'd to gan' ti bed,
Which is a piece of straw, down spread
For drucken Bella Roy, O!
Fal, lal, lal, &c.