The Yellow Yellow Yorlin

It fell on a day, in the flouery month o May
A’ on a merry merry mornin
I met a pretty maid, an unto her said
I wad fain fin yer yellow yellow yorlin
O no, young man, says she, you’re a stranger to me
An I am anither man’s darlin
Wha haes baith sheep and cous, that’s feedin in the hows
An a cock for my yellow yellow yorlin
But if I lay you doun, upon the dewy grund
You wad nae be the waur ae farthin
An that happy happy man, he never would ken
That I played wi yer yellow yellow yorlin
O fie, young man, says she, I pray you let me be
I wadnae fer five pound sterlin
My mither wid gae mad, and sae wid ma dad
If ye played wi my yellow yellow yorlin
But I tuek her by the waist, an laid her doun in haste,
Fer a’ her squakin an squallin
The lassie soon grew tame, and bade me come again
For tae play wi her yellow yellow yorlin