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.