The Poetry of Robert Burns | ||
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THE CARDIN O'T
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.
I
I coft a stane o' haslock woo,To mak a wab to Johnie o't,
For Johnie is my only jo—
I lo'e him best of onie yet!
II
For tho' his locks be lyart gray,And tho' his brow be beld aboon,
Yet I hae seen him on a day
The pride of a' the parishen.
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.
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