Chorus.—Carle, an the King come,
Carle, an the King come,
Thou shalt dance and I will sing,
Carle, an the King come.
An somebody were come again,
Then somebody maun cross the main,
And every man shall hae his ain,
Carle, an the King come.
Carle, an the King come, &c.
I trow we swapped for the worse,
We gae the boot and better horse;
And that we’ll tell them at the cross,
Carle, an the King come.
Carle, an the King come, &c.
Coggie, an the King come,
Coggie, an the King come,
I’se be fou, and thou’se be toom
Coggie, an the King come.
Coggie, an the King come, &c.
The Laddie’s Dear Sel’
There’s a youth in this city, it were a great pity
That he from our lassies should wander awa’;
For he’s bonie and braw, weel-favor’d witha’,
An’ his hair has a natural buckle an’ a’.
His coat is the hue o’ his bonnet sae blue,
His fecket is white as the new-driven snaw;
His hose they are blae, and his shoon like the slae,
And his clear siller buckles, they dazzle us a’.
For beauty and fortune the laddie’s been courtin;
Weel-featur’d, weel-tocher’d, weel-mounted an’ braw;
But chiefly the siller that gars him gang till her,
The penny’s the jewel that beautifies a’.
There’s Meg wi’ the mailen that fain wad a haen him,
And Susie, wha’s daddie was laird o’ the Ha’;
There’s lang-tocher’d Nancy maist fetters his fancy,
—But the laddie’s dear sel’, he loes dearest of a’.