Scroggam

Scroggam

THERE was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen,
Scroggam;
She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum.

The gudewife's dochter fell in a fever,
Scroggam;
The priest o' the parish he fell in anither,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum.

They laid the twa i' the bed thegither,
Scroggam;
That the heat o' the tane might cool the tither,
Sing auld Cowl, lay you down by me,
Scroggam, my Dearie, ruffum.