The Yellow, Yellow Yorlin'

It fell on a day, in the flow'ry month o' May,All on a merry, merry morning,I met a pretty maid, an' unto her I said,I wad fain fin' your yellow, yellow yorlin'.

O no, young man, says she, you're a stranger to me,An' I am my faither's darlin',I am herding his ewes that's feedin' in the howes,An' ye maunna touch my yellow, yellow yorlin'.

But if I lay you down upon the dewy ground,You wad na be the waur ae farthin';An' your faither, honest man, he never cou'd kenThat I play'd wi' your yellow, yellow yorlin'.

O fie, young man, says she, I pray you let me be,I wad na for five pound sterling;My mither wad gae mad, an' sae wad my dad,If you play'd wi' my yellow, yellow yorlin'.

But I took her by the waist, an' laid her down in haste,For a' her squakin' an' squalin';The lassie soon grew tame, an' bade me come againFor to play wi' her yellow, yellow yorlin'.