Teh (sic) prisoner's welcome/Jockie lad an' ye wa'd steal me

Jockie Lad an' Ye wa'd steal me.

Jockie came the other morning,O! says Katie are ye scorning;Do ye really think to try me;Jockie, lad, I'll ne'er deny ye.CHORUS.Jockie, lad, an' ye wa'd steal me,I wa'd surely burn my wheelie,My bonny Jock, an' ye wa'd steal me. Jockie, &c.

Before he kist me, his mouth he dighted,Lang ere that he did effect it,My mother wi' the Iron poker,She came out o'er my stern quarter.Jockie, &c.

Sit ye down ye idle hussie,To your wheelie and be bussie;If I find you idle Katie,I will thump your rumple neatly.Jockie, &c.

But ay since sine I do repent it,And sair my heart does now relent,

That I ran na o'er the Burnie,After Jockie, my dear honey.Jockie, &c.

But an ye wa'd tak me by the hand,And in before the haly band,I would sell my pickle yarn,And we'd be bedded in the barn.Jockie, &c.