The Bonny Wee Lassie Who Never Said No

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The Bonny Wee Lassie Who Never Said No  
Sung by Jeannie Robertson.

Recorded by Peter Kennedy and Alan Lomax in London in 1953.

I come to a cross and I met a wee lass,
Says I, "My wee lassie are you willin' to go
Take share of a gill." She said, "Sir, I will,
For I'm the wee lassie 'at never said no."

It's into an alehoose we merrily did go,
And we never did rise till the cock it did crow.
And it's glass after glass we merrily did toast,
To the bonnie wee lassie who never said no.

[This bonnie wee lassie, she being slow in drink]
The landlady opened the door and come in with a smile;
She lifted a chair with freedom and air,
"Here's health to the lass who can jig it in style."

"O bring us some liquor," the lassie she cried,
"To cheer up his spirits, I doubt they are low,
For it's not what you do, bring a bottle or two,
To the bonnie wee lassie who never said no."

The drinks she took in being the best of the gin,
Me being myself and sober to be,
For it's glass after glass so merry did toast,
Till the lass and the landlady found themsel' fu'.

"Look into my pocket," the lassie she said,
"Here are two-and-six to pay for your bed,
And for laying me down, you owe me a crown,
Look into my pocket," the lassie she said.

I put my hand in her pocket and five poond I took,
Says I to mysel', I will bundle and go,
And I bade her good-bye, but she made no reply,
This bonnie wee lassie who never said no.


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