When she cam ben she bobbit

When she cam ben she bobbit,
And when she came ben she bobbit,
And when she came ben she kissed Cockpen,
And then deny'd that she did it.

And was nae Cockpen right sawcy,
And was nae Cockpen right sawcy,
He len'd his lady to gentlemen,
And he kist the collier lassie.

And was nae Cockpen right able
And was nae Cockpen right able
He left his lady with gentlemen
And he kist the lass in the stable.

O are ye wi' bairn, my chicken?
O are ye wi' bairn, my chicken?
I of I am not, I hope to be
E'er the green leaves be shaken.

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