When chapman billies leave the street,
And drouthy neebors meet,
As ye shall bide till be the night,
And sing the bairnies sleep.
But here some convert will be seen,
Auld, cantie, clean, and keen.
And drouthy neebors meet,
As ye shall bide till be the night,
And sing the bairnies sleep.
But here some convert will be seen,
Auld, cantie, clean, and keen.