As I Came in by Fisherrow |
As I came in by Fisherrow, Musselburgh was near me I threw off my mussel pock And courted with my deary.
2. Up stairs, doon stairs, | 3. Oh had her apron bidden doon, The kirk wad ne'er hae kent it But since the word's gane through the toon, My dear I canna mend it.
4. But ye maun mount the cutty stool |