She's Hoy'd Me Out o' Lauderdale

There liv'd a lady in Lauderdale,She lo'ed a fiddler fine;She lo'ed him in her chamber,She held him in her mind;She made his bed at her bed-stock.She said he was her brither;But she's hoy'd him out o' Lauderdale,His fiddle and a' thegither.

First when I cam' to Lauderdale,I had a fiddle gude.My sounding-pin stood lie the aikThat grows in Lauder wood;But now my sounding-pin's gaen down,And tint the foot for ever;She's hoy'd me out o' Lauderdale,My fiddle and a' thegither.

First when I cam' to Lauderdale,Your ladyship can declare,I play'd a bow, a noble bow.As e'er was strung wi' hair:But dow'na do's come o'er me now.And your ladyship winna consider;She's hoy'd me out o' Lauderdale,My fiddle and a' thegither.