THERE was a wife wonnd in Cockpen,
Scroggam;
She brewd gude ale for gentlemen;
Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.
The gudewifes dochter fell in a fever,
Scroggam;
The priest o the parish he fell in anither;
Sing auld Cowl lay ye 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 ye down by me,
Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.