English poem
The yellow-hair'd LADDIE
by John Pinkerton (1845–1908)
The yellow-hair'd laddie sat down on yon brae, Cried, milk the ews, lassy, let nane o them gae: And ay she milked, and ay she sang, 'The yellow-hair'd laddie shall be my goodman.' And ay she milked, and ay she sang, 'The yellow-hair'd laddie shall be my goodman.'
The weather is cauld, and my claithing is thin, The ews are new clipt, and they winna bught in: They winna bught in tho I should die:— O yellow-hair'd laddie be kind unto me! They winna bught in tho I should die:— O yellow-hair'd laddie be kind unto me!
The goodwife cries butt the house, Jenny come ben, The cheese is to mak, and the butter's to kirn. Tho butter, and cheese, and a should sour, I'll crack and kiss wi my love ae haf hour: It's ae haf hour, and we's een mak it three, For the yellow-hair'd laddie my husband shall be.