Hap and Row
Hap and row, hap and row, Hap and row the feetie o’t; I never kent I had a bairn Until I heard the greetie o’t.
The wife put on the wee pan To boil the bairn’s meatie, O, When down fell a cinder And burn’t a’ its feetie, O.
Hap and row, hap and row, Hap and row the feetie o’t; I never kent I had a bairn Until I heard the greetie o’t.
Sandy’s mither she came in As sune’s she heard the greetie o’t, She took the mutch frae aff her head And rowed it round the feetie o’t.
Hap and row, hap and row, etc.
In about equal favour stands