Tooraladdy

Twas in Leith there lived a Dame, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
She was crooked, glied and lame, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
Lads she had got nane guid lack!  Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
But she'd a bonnie humpie back, heegh! Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy.

She had siller, I had nane, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
Sae to court her I was fain, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
But a muckle flesher loon, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
Played the lass a bonnier tune, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy.

Speeches braw till her he'd make, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
Swore his carcase was at steake, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
He vowed he lo'ed his bonnie chuck, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
Wi a' his heart, and his pluck, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy.

I gaed a courting ae weet night, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
And to the skin got ducked outright [shivers & shakes] Too-oo-oo-ra-laddy, Too-oo-oo-raladdy,
There I found the faithless she - [sobs] Too-hu-hu-raladdy, Too-hu-hu-hu-raladdy,
Frying sausages for he-ee-ee! [cries] Too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-ra-a-laddy, Tooraladdy.

Says I -

Ae last word before we part, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
Ye've brake a bonnie laddie's heart, Ugh! Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
But these words I'd scarcely said, Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy,
When wi the frying-pan she brak my head, Oh! Tooraladdy, Tooraladdy.

• Tune gif midi mov

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