The Lassie Gath'ring Nits

There was a lass, and a bonie lass,A gath'ring nits did gang;She pu'd them heigh, she pu'd them laigh,She pu'd them whare they hang.

Till tir'd at length, she laid her down,An' sleept the wood amang;When by there cam three lusty lads,Three lusty lads an' strang.

The first did kiss her rosy lips,He thought it was nae wrang;The second lous'd her bodice fair,Fac'd up wi' London whang.

An' what the third did to the lass,Is no' put in this sang;But the lassie wauken'd in a fright,An' says, I hae sleepit lang.