| lyric | 1. Hap andd rowe, hap and rowe,
hap and rowe, the feetie o't;
I thocht I was a maiden fair,
Till I heard the greetie o’t.
MY daddie was a fiddler fine,
My minnnie she made mankie O,
and I myself a thumpin’ quean,
Wha danced the reel of Stumpie O.
2. Dance and sing, dance and sing,
Hey the merry dancing-O;
And a’ their love-locks waving round,
And a’ their bright eyes glancing-O.
The pipes come wi’ their gladsome note
And then wi' dool and dumpie-O,
But the lightest tune to a maiden’s foot
Is the gallant reel of Stumpie-O.
3. The gossip cup, the gossip cup,
The kimmer clash and caudle-O
The glowing moon, the wanton loon,
The cutty stool and cradle -O.
Douce dames maun hae their bairntive borne,
Sae dinna glower sae glumpie-O
Birds love the mom and craws love corn,
And maids the reel of Stumpie-O. |