THE MERCHANT'S SONE



A merchant's son, he lived in wrong

And tae the beggin' he has gone;

He mounted on a noble steed

And awa' wi' pleasure he did ride.



cho: Fal al the dooral i do

Fal al the day.



A beggar wench he chanced tae meet

A beggar wench of low degree.

He toolc pity on her distress,

An' says: "My lass, you've got a bonny face"



They both inclined noo tae have a drink

Into a public house they both went;

They both drunk ale and brandy too

Till the both o' them got rollin' fu'.

They both inclined noo tae go tae bed

Soon under cover they were laid;

Strong ale and brandy went tae their heid

And both now slept as they were deid.



Later on this wench she rose,

And put on noo the merchant's clothes

With his hat so high and his sword sae clear

For she's awa' wi' the merchant's gear.



Early next morning the merchant rose

And looking round for tae find his clothes

There's nothing left into the room,

But a ragged petticoat and a linsey goun.



The merchant being a stranger to the toon

He put on the old coat and goun;

And down the street he soundly swore

He would never lie with a beggar no more.

Recorded by Norman Kennedy

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