I Wish that You Were Dead, Goodman,

I wish that you were dead, goodman,
And a green sod on your head, goodman,
That I might wear my widowhood
Upon a ranting Highlandman.

There's six eggs in the pan, goodman
There's six eggs in the pan, goodman
There yin to you and twa to me
And three to our John Highlandman.

There's beef into the pot, goodman,
There's beef into the pot, goodman,
The bones for you and the brew for me
And the beef for our John Highlandman.

There's six horses in the stable, goodman.
There's six horses in the stable, goodman,
There yin to you and twa to me
And three to our John Highlandman.

There's fat kye in the byre, goodman
There's fat kye in the byre, goodman
There's nan o' them yours, there's twa o' them mine
And the lave is for our John Highwayman.

Recorded by Redpath
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