Oh, it’s little Rosanne 
Is the rogue of the world!
If it’s villany in it,
Herself will be there,
An’ it’s like she’ll begin it 
With time and to spare.
For she’s pullin’ my coat, 
Or she’s teasing the goat,
Or huntin’ the chuckins, the little old dote.
Or maybe she’s off on her two little toes,
An’ the Mischief is puzzled to guess where she goes.

Oh, it's little Rosanne 
Is the thief of the world!
If you’re hearin’ her laughter, 
You’d best be aware,
For there’s something she’s after, 
But who can tell where?
Och, she’s lookin’ for eggs,
Or the basket of pegs,
Or she’s chasin’ the ducks till they run off their legs. 
There’s nothing that’s safe! I’ve right now to know,
For she’s stolen my heart on me three years ago.