The Kail Brose of Auld Scotland (Glasgow)/My Apron Deary

by Anonymous

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MY APRON DEARY.

’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.