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And they tumbled me over poor Barbara Bell
Chorus. So right leg, &c.
Never mind, lass, we'll do well enough yet.
For you can both lace, spin, and knit.
I'll mend cart geers and follow the plow.
And next whitsuntide the world begins.
There are some that do call me a gustring fool ;
I’ll tarry no longer in the mumps mysel;
Up or in bed, at work or at play,
I can think on nothing but Barbara Bell.
Chorus. So right leg, &c.
Oh late last night I went to see my love,
When a’ the auId folks were fast asleep;
I off my shoes did softly take,
And in at the window did softly peep,
And wha did I spy but Walter Lang's lad.
And what he was doing I hever will tell;
Next Saturday night if l live and be well,
I'll wear a red coat for Barbara Bell.
Chorus. So right leg, &c.
