the cardin o't, the spinnin o't
    i coft a stane o' haslock woo',
    to mak a wab to johnie o't;
    for johnie is my only jo,
    i loe him best of onie yet.
    chorus—the cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
    the warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
    when ilka ell cost me a groat,
    the tailor staw the lynin' o't.
    for tho' his locks be lyart grey,
    and tho' his brow be beld aboon,
    yet i hae seen him on a day,
    the pride of a' the parishen.
    the cardin o't, c.