There ‘s news lasses news

THERE 's news, lasses, news,
Gude news I've to tell,
There's a boatfu' o' lads
Come to our town to sell.

Chorus The wean wants a cradle,
And the cradle wants a cod:
An’ I'll no gang to my bed,
Until I get a nod.

Father, quo' she, Mither, quo she,
Do what you can,
I'll no gang to my bed,
Till I get a man.
The wean &c.

I hae as gude a craft rig
As made o' yird and stane;
And waly fa' the ley-crap
For I maun till 't again.
The wean &c.