There was a wife wonn’d in Cockpen, Scroggam;She brew’d gude ale for gentlemen;Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.
The gudewife’s 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.