am, my dearie

there was a wife wonn'd in cockpen, am;

she brew'd gude ale for gentlemen;

sing auld cowly ye down by me,

am, my dearie, ruffum.

the gudewife's dochter fell in a fever, am;

the priest o' the parish he fell in anither;

sing auld cowly ye down by me,

am, my dearie, ruffum.

theyid the twa i' the bed thegither, am;

that the heat o' the tane might cool the tither;

sing auld cowl,y ye down by me,

am, my dearie, ruffum.