The Cardin O'T

Chorus
The cardin o't, the spinnin o't,
The warpin o't, the winnin o't!
When ilka ell cost me a groat,
The tailor staw the lynin o't.
1.
I coft a stane o' haslock woo,
To mak a wab to Johnie o't,
For Johnie is my only jo -
I lo'e him best of onie yet!
2.
For tho' his locks be lyart gray
And tho' his brow be beld aboon,
Yet I hae seen him on a day
The pride of a' the parishen.

(Note: - ' haslock' wool was the finest
wool taken from the ' hals' or throat of the sheep.)

The Carding Of It

Chorus
The carding of it, the spinning of it,
The warping of it, the winding of it!
When each ell (37 inches) cost me a groat (4 Pence),
The tailor stole the lining of it.

I purchased a stone (14 pounds weight) of haslock wool,
To make a web to Johnie of it,
For Johnie is my only sweetheart -
I love him best of any yet!

For though his locks be mixed colour gray
And though his brow be bald above,
Yet I have seen him on a day
The pride of a' the parish.