No see daylicht til,
Muckle guid mey it dae ye
for It's a tee'd baw
and Ill comes upo waur's back
Gaupin like a raw gorb
so Gang an whistle on yer thoum
Gang an whistle on yer thoum
and when you Dree yer weird
you'll Dance yer lane
Dance yer lane
It's Aw ae oo
Mony wirds, muckle drouth
No sae deif as he lats on
and We niver dee'd o winter yet
'Aw yer pith'
Raise the tuin
so Gang an whistle on yer thoum
Gang an whistle on yer thoum
and when you Dree yer weird
you'll Dance yer lane
Dance yer lane
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