My mither sent me tae the
For to gaither peats and dross.
I cowpit the cairt and hanged the
An whistle ow'r the lave o't.
My mither sent me tae the
Better her had gaen hersel'.
I fell ower and broke my pail,
An' whistle ow'r the lave o't.
My mither sent me tae the
For tae gaither mussels three,
A sailor lad fell in wi'
An' whistle ow'r the lave o't.
My mither sent me tae the
For tae gaither peats and dross.
I cowpit the cairt and hanged the horse,
And whistle ow'r the lave o't.
