I kennt weel the laddie wha chaunced on the lassie
I kennt weel the lassie wha smiled tae the laddie
La la la
He speirit at her for thread an needles
For tae stek a hert on his hodden coat
La la la
She gied it a' baith thread an needles
And than her lassies hert forby
{owerwird:}
It's aye the sel an same auld sang
haurdlins daur I be crackin wi ye o't
I makt on tae trow the tale
Nou ye mak on tae herken tae't
Than I saw the lass mak feingit Sabbaths
tae be dancin lue in her jo's airms
la la la
An lue war pure, gin life war jonick
The micht a lued a gey lang while
la la la
Whan first he lee'd she didna want tae twig
but she wantit tae hing hersel the day he wis awa aff
{owerwird}
I kennt weel the laddie wha forleetit the lassie
I kennt weel the lassie wha grat for the laddie
ah ah ah
She grat a lang while an frae fore-end tae feenish
her greetin wis gettin eildit bu wisna gettin cuirit
ah ah ah
Her hert wiz after taein a mort cauld
It's waur nor wat ye'll be premeesin
Masel, I ken it fine weel
The lassie, I wiz she.