by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)

There's news, lasses, news
Language: Scottish (Scots) 
There's news, lasses, news, 
Gude news I've to tell,
There's a boatfu' o' lads 
Come to our town to sell. 

The wean wants a cradle, 
An' the cradle wants a cod, 
An' I'll no gang to my bed, 
Until I get a nod. 

Father, quo' she, Mither, quo she, 
Do what you can, 
I'll no gang to my bed, 
Till I get a man. 
 
The wean wants a cradle, 
An' the cradle wants a cod, 
An' I'll no gang to my bed, 
Until I get a nod. 

I hae as gude a craft rig 
As made o' yird and stane; 
And waly fa' the ley-crap, 
For I maun till't again. 
 
The wean wants a cradle, 
An' the cradle wants a cod, 
An' I'll no gang to my bed, 
Until I get a nod.

Confirmed with The Complete Poems and Songs of Robert Burns, edited by James Barke with an Introduction by John Cairney, Collins, Glasgow, 1995, Page 609.

Glossary wean = child
cod = pillow
craft rig = croft house
yird = earth
ley-crap = pasture
maun till'd = must plough it


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