I bought a wife in Edinburgh for A bar B. I got a fad in back again to buy tobacco B. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the holes of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. When old King Arthur ruled this land, he was a thieving king. He stole bubbles of barley meal to make a white pudding. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. That pudding, it was half a goat, his wheel filled it with plums. The lumps of suet and tea, it's what figures made from. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. Oh, Samson was a mechty man, he fought to cut his jaws. He won a score of battles, wearing crimson flannel drawers. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. There was a man in Edinburgh, and he was wondrous wise. He looked into a hawthorn hedge and stretched out both his eyes. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. And when he saw they were stretched out, he was gay troubled then. So he leapt up to another bush and stretched him back again. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. Napoleon was an emperor, he ruled both land and sea. He was king of France and Germany, but he never ruled by the sea. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. On the royal tour of Glasgow, you should have seen the Queen. Playing football with the lads, doing on the Glasgow Queen. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. The centre for the other side was scoring in great style. The Queen she called a policeman and clapped him in the gina. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. Oh Johnny is a bunny lad, he is a lad o' mine. Often have I had a bet I am a knive at twenty-nine. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad. And wee you, and wee you, and wee you, my Johnny lad. I'll dance to the buckles of my sheet, wee you, my Johnny lad.