The lightsome lad wi’ yellow hair, The elfin lad that is so fair, He comes in rich and braw attire — To loose the kine within the byre —
My lightsome lad, my leering lad, He's tittering here; he's tittering there — I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
He's dressed so fine, he's dressed so grand, A supple switch is in his hand; I've seen while I a-milking sat The shadow of his beaver hat.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad, He's tittering here; he's tittering there — I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
My chuckling lad, so full o’ fun, Around the corners he will run; Behind the door he'll sometimes jink, And blow to make my candle blink.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad, He's tittering here; he's tittering there — I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
The elfin lad that is so braw, He'll sometimes hide among the straw; He's sometimes leering from the loft — He's tittering low and tripping soft.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad, He's tittering here; he's tittering there — I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
And every time I'll milk the kine He'll have his share — the luck be mine! I'll pour it in yon hollowed stone, He'll sup it when he's all alone —
My lightsome lad, my leering lad, He's tittering here; he's tittering there — I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
O me! if I'd his milk forget, Nor cream, nor butter I would get; Ye needna’ tell — I ken full well — On all my kine he'd cast his spell.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad, He's tittering here; he's tittering there — I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
On nights when I would rest at ease, The merry lad begins to tease; He'll loose the kine to take me out, And titter while I move about.
My lightsome lad, my leering lad, He's tittering here; he's tittering there — I'll hear him plain, but seek in vain To find my lad wi’ yellow hair.
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