The Bothy Lads

For they're awfy lads the bothy lads
 Gin they get what they're seekin
 They'll pack a kist an they'll gang an enlist
 An' leave the lassies greetin
 When a wis noo but sweet sixteen
 Wi' beauty just in bloomin
 Little little did I ken
 At nineteen I'd be greetin
 For the plooboy lads are gey braw lads
 But they're fause an deceiving
 For they'll tak a' an they'll gang awa
 An leave the lassie's greetin
 If I had kent what I dae ken
 An ta'en my mither's bidden
 Ah winna be sittin by oor fireside
 Cryin hushaby my bairnie
 Hushaba for I'm yer ma
 The lord kens wha's yer daddy
 I'll tak guid care an I'll be aware
 O the young lads in the gloaming
 When a wis noo but sweet sixteen
 Wi' beauty just in bloomin
 Little little did I ken
 At nineteen I'd be greetin