BONNIE WEE TRAMPIN' LASS
Traditional

As I gaed oot ae summer's nicht

To tak' a wee bit stroll,

Ne'er thinkin' on the hoors gaen by,

I daundered by the toll;

I hadna gane far by the toll

Tae Gairner's burn I passed;

And what do you think that I met there,

But a bonnie wee trampin' lass?

 

Chorus:

Whaur are ye gaun ? Gie me yer han'

Hoo are ye daein'? says I

Haud up yer heid, my bonnie wee lass

And dinna look sae shy

Whaur d'ye hide; whaur d'ye stay ?

Tell to me yer name

D'ye think yer faither wad be angry noo

If I was to see ye hame ''

 

She said that she was workin'

In the Milton fields,

Tramplin' banks o' yarnin,

And liked it unco weel.

She said she had ten bob a week,

But wisna on fu' time.

Savs I, my lass, what maitters that,

When you will soon he mine ?

 

Chorus: Whaur are ye gaun etc.

 

Noo since we've got mairriet

We're as happy as can be

Twa bits o' bairnies by oor side,

Anither on oor knee.

I ofttimes stroll doon by the toll,

As I think on the days gane past

And as lang as I live I'll ne'er forget

My bonnie wee trampin' lass.

 

Chorus: Whaur are ye gaun etc.