For they're awfy lads the bothy lads Gin they get what they're seekin They'll pack a kist an they'll gang an enlist An' leave the lassies greetin When a wis noo but sweet sixteen Wi' beauty just in bloomin Little little did I ken At nineteen I'd be greetin For the plooboy lads are gey braw lads But they're fause an deceiving For they'll tak a' an they'll gang awa An leave the lassie's greetin If I had kent what I dae ken An ta'en my mither's bidden Ah winna be sittin by oor fireside Cryin hushaby my bairnie Hushaba for I'm yer ma The lord kens wha's yer daddy I'll tak guid care an I'll be aware O the young lads in the gloaming When a wis noo but sweet sixteen Wi' beauty just in bloomin Little little did I ken At nineteen I'd be greetin