ChorusO can ye labour lea, young man,
O can ye labour lea?
It fee nor bountith shall us twine
Gin ye can labour lea.
I FEED a man at Michaelmas,
Wi airle pennies three;
But a the faut I had to him,
He could na labour lea,
O can ye labour lea, &c.
O clappins gude in Febarwar,
An kissins sweet in May;
But my delights the ploughman lad,
That weel can labour lea,
O can ye labour lea, &c.
O kissin is the key o luve,
And clappin is the lock;
An makin os the best thing yet,
That eer a young thing gat.
O can ye labour lea, &c.