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While bedding operations have been in progress
no song, surely, has been more welcome and effective than:-
Hap and row, hap and row,
Hap and row the feetie o't
I never kent I had a bairn
Until I heard the greetie o't.
The wife put on the wee
pan
To boil the bairn's meatie, O,
When down fell a cinder
And burnt a' its feetie, O.
Hap and row, hap and row,
Hap and row the feetie o't:
I never kent I had a bairn
Until I heard the greetie o't.
Sandy's mither she came in
As sune's she heard the greetie o't,
She took the mutch frae aff' her head
And rowed it round the feetie o't.
Hap and row, hap and row,
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