My Laddie Sits Ower Late

My laddie sits ower late up,
My hinny sits ower late up"
My dearie sits ower late up,
Betwixt the pint pot and the cup.

Hey, Johnny, come hame to your bairn,
Hey, Johnny, come hame to your bairn
Hey, Johnny, come hame to your bairn,
Wiv a rye loaf under your airm.

He addles three-ha'pence a week,
That's nobbut a farthing a day;
He sits wiv his pipe in his cheek,
And fiiddles his money away.

My laddie is never the near,
My hinny is never the near,
And when I cry out, " Laddie, cum hame;'
He calls oot again for mair beer.

ARB