’Twas early in the morning, a morning of May,A soldier and a lassie was walking astray,Close down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow,I heard the lass cry, My apron now.
Chorus,My apron, deary, my apron now,My belly bears up my apron now:But I, being a young thing, was easy to woo,Which makes me cry out, My apron now.
O had I ta’en counsel of father or mother,Or had I advised with sister or brother; But I, being a young thing, and easy to woo;It makes me cry out, My apron now.My, apron deary, my apron now, &c.
Your apron, deary, I must confess,Seems something the shorter, tho’ naithing the less;Then ha’d your tongue deary, & I will prove true,And nae mair cry out your apron now.Chor. Your Apron deary, Your apron now,Your belly bears up your apron now,hen ha’d your tongue, deary, & I will prove true,And nae mair cry out your apron now.
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