Contains scenes of a sexual nature
The Yellow, yellow Yorlin'
It fell on a day, in the flow'ry month o' May,
All on a merry merry mornin',
I met a pretty maid, an' unto her I said,
I wad fian fin' your yellow yellow yorlin'.
O no, young man, says she, you're a stranger to me,
An' I am anither man's darlin',
Wha has baith sheep an' cows, that's feedin' in the hows,
An' a cock for my yellow yellow yorlin'.
But, if I lay you down upon the dewy ground,
You wad nae be the waur ae farthing;
An' that happy, happy man, he never wou'd ken
That I play'd wi' your yellow yellow yorlin'.
O fie, young man, says she, I pray you let me be,
I wad na for five pound sterling;
My mither wad gae mad, an' sae wad my dad,
If you play'd wi' my yellow yellow yorlin'.
But I took her by the waist, an' I laid her down in haste,
For a' her squakin' and squalin';
The lassie soon grew tame, an' bade me come again
For to play wi' her yellow yellow yorlin'.