She Had Trouble Walking
(David Stewart, 1956)
 As I strolled out one clear moonlight,
 One clear moonlight in winter.
 It was there I met a pretty fair maid
And I fell in behind her.
She walk-ed up and she walk-ed down,
And I kept close behind her.
And I asked of her the reason why
That she could'na step no wider.
Go away, go away, you foolish young man,
And stop such foolish talking,
 For it does not suit young men, she said,
To question women's walking.
I am a chlochter to my trade;
My friends they call me rare-o.
If you'll tell me where your trouble lies,
 I'II clean you nate and fair-o.
 My trouble lies between my thighs
And e'er it is abidin'.
It tickles me baith night and day,
 And it keeps me from my stridin'.
I laid her down upon a bank
Till I provided the plaster.
She jump-ed up upon her feet,
And she walk-ed all the faster
She's gi'ed to me my winter's beef,
Besides my winter's fuellin'.
Far better than that she's gi'ed to me
 A stable for my stallion