The Cardin O’t, The Spinnin O’t

I cofta staneo’haslock woo’,
To maka wabto Johnie o’t;
For Johnie is my only jo,
I loe him best of onieyet.

Chorus-The cardin’ o’t, the spinnin’ o’t,
The warpin’ o’t, the winnin’ o’t;
When ilka ell cost me a groat,
The tailor stawthe lynin’ o’t.

For tho’ his locks be lyartgrey,
And tho’ his brow be beldaboon,
Yet I haeseen him on a day,
The pride of a’the parishen.
The cardin o’t, &c.