O weel’s me.
[Tune, "Landlady, count the Lawin'."]
O, weel's me on my ain man,
My ain man, my ain man!
O, weel's me on my ain gudeman!
He'll aye be welcome hame.
I'm wae I blamed him yesternight,
For now my heart is feather light;
For gowd I wadna gl'e the sight,
I see him linkin owre the height.
O, weel's me on my ain man, &c.
Rin, Jeanie, bring the kebbuek ben,
An' fin 'aneath the spreckl'd hen;
Meg, rise and sweep about the fire,
Syne cry on Johnnie frae the byre.
For weel's me on my ain man!
My ain man, my ain man;
For weel's me on my ain gudeman
I see him rinnin hame.