The Stuttering Lovers

A wee bit over the Lee, me lads

A wee bit over the green

The birds went into the poor man's corn

I fear they'll never be suh, suh, suh, suh, seen me lads

I fear they'll never be seen

Then out comes the bonny wee lass

And she was one so fair

And she went into the poor man's corn

To see if the birds were the, the, the, the, there, me lads

To see if the birds were there

Then out comes the bonny wee lad

And he was a fisherman's son

And he went into the poor man's corn,

To see if the lass were the, the, the, the, there, me lads

To see if the lass were there

He put his arm around her waist

And kissed her cheek and chin

Out spoke the bonny wee lass

I fear it is a se, se, se, se, sin, my lad

I fear it is a sin.

He kissed her once and he kissed her twice

He kissed her ten times o'er

O it's nice to be kissing that bonny wee lass

That's never been kissed befe, fe, fe, fe, fore, my lads

That's never been kissed before.

Then out comes the poor old man,

and he was tattered and torn,

If that's the way you're mindin' the birds,

I'll minding myself in the mo-mo-mo-mo-morn, me lads

I'll minding myself in the morn!"