Scroggam, My Dearie

There was a wife wonn’d in Cockpen, Scroggam;
She brew’d gudeale for gentlemen;
Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

The gudewife’s dochterfell in a fever, Scroggam;
The priest o’ the parish he fellin anither;
Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

They laid the twai’the bed thegither, Scroggam;
That the heat o’the tanemight cool the tither;
Sing auldCowl, lay ye down byme,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.