the cardin o't, the spinnin o't
  i coft a stane o' haslock woo',
  to mak a wab to johnie o't;
  for johnie is my only jo,
  i loe him best of onie yet.
  chorus—the cardin' o't, the spinnin' o't,
  the warpin' o't, the winnin' o't;
  when ilka ell cost me a groat,
  the tailor staw the lynin' o't.
  for tho' his locks be lyart grey,
  and tho' his brow be beld aboon,
  yet i hae seen him on a day,
  the pride of a' the parishen.
  the cardin o't, c.