AS I CAME IN BY FISHERROW



As I came in by Fisherrow, Musselburgh was near me

I threw off my mussel pock and courted with my deary



Up stairs, doon stairs, timmer stairs fears me

I thought it lang to lie ma lane when I'm sae near my deary



Oh had her apron bidden doon, the kirk wad ne'er hae kent it

But since the word's gane through the toon,

My dear I canna mend it



But ye maun mount the cutty stool and I maun mount the pillar

And that's the way the poor folks dae, because they hae nae siller



@Scots @courtship @bastard

from Ewan MacColl's Folk Songs and Ballads of Scotland

tune: Jennie Dang the Weaver

filename[ FISHEROW

play.exe FISHEROW

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