A WEE BIRD CAM' TAE MY APRON



It fell on a morning, a morning in May

My faither's cows they a' went astray

I loutit me down and the heather was gay

And a burr stack tae my apron



Wi' a rye doo a dum, wi' a rye doo a day

Wi' a rye doo a dum, wi' a rye doo a day

Wi' a rye doo a dum, wi' a rye doo a day

A wee bird cam' tae my apron



Oh aince my apron it was wide

But noo my knees it scarce can hide

And oh the grief that I've tae bide

When I look tae my apron



Oh aince my apron it was new

But noo it's gotten another hue

But noo it's gotten another hue

There's a braw lad below my apron



I saw my faither on the stair

Combing doon his yellow hair

Says, "What is it that ye've got in there?

Sae well rowed aneath yer apron"



It's neither vagabond nor loon

He's the best stay-maker in the toon

And he's made me a stomacher to bear up my goon

And I rowed aneath my apron



I saw my mother on the stair

Combing doon her yellow hair

Says, "What is that ye've got in there

Sae wee rowed aneath yer apron?"



It is my mantle and my shirt

I had nae will tae daidle it

I had nae will tae daidle it

And I rowed it aneath my apron



As I was going doon the street

My siller slippers on my feet

Oh aye my freends I'd ill-well tae meet

And my braw lad rowed aneath my apron



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sung by Jean Redpath

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