First when I came to the town

They called me young and bonny

Now they've changed my name

Called me the Leaboy's honey.



I'll dye my petticoats red

And I'll face them with a yellow

I'll tell the dyester lads

That the Leaboys I've to follow.



It's over hills and dales

And over dykes and ditches

Say will I like the lad

Who wears the moleskin breeches



The black horse draws the cart

And he's as proud as any

Say will I like the lad

That drives them on so canny



Feather beds are fine

And painted rooms are bonny

But I would leave them all

To jog away with Johnny



Oh, for Saturday night

It's I that'll see my dearie

He'll come whistlin' in

When I am tired and weary.



First when I came to the town

They called me proud and saucy

Now they've changed my name

Called me the Leaboy's lassie.