The Unthanks
my laddie sits ower late up
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My laddie sits ower late up
My hinny sits ower late up
My dearie sits ower late up
Betwixt the pint pot and the cup
Hey Johnny, come hame to your bairn
Hey Johnny, come hame to your bairn
Hey Johnny, come hame to your bairn
With a rye loaf under your airm
He addles three-ha'pence a week
That's nobbut a farthing a day
He sits with his pipe in his cheek
And fiddles his money away
My laddie is never the near
My hinny is never the near
And when I cry out, Laddie,
cum
hame
He calls oot again for mair beer
My laddie sits ower late up...
Hey Johnny...
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