I'll sing you a stave if you'll gies your attention
It's no song of pity, it's no tale of woe
And no word of honour or love will I mention
But I'll sing of a lassie I kept long ago
No better than maist, and no worse as many,
And what drew me to her's no easy to say.
She was course, she was heartless and she was not that bonnie,
But she was the star o' the bar in her day
I've stravaiged the Royal Mile with her, drinking in style with her,
And Rose Street from end to end often surveyed.
Fought and swore in the pubs with her,
Rolled in the clubs with her, cadged manys a sub from her never repaid
No better than maist, and no worse as many,
And what drew me to her's no easy to say.
She was course, she was heartless and she was not that bonnie,
But she was the star o' the bar in her day
All you chaps with young lassies believe me love soon passes,
And all your bright dreams are but straws in the wind.
Better one who'll sit down with you, sing a fine tune with you,
Pass the glass round with you, drink herself blind
No better than maist, and no worse as many,
And what drew me to her's no easy to say.
She was course, she was heartless and she was not that bonnie,
But she was the star o' the bar in her day
No better than maist, and no worse as many,
And what drew me to her's no easy to say.
She was course, she was heartless and she was not that bonnie,
But she was the star o' the bar in her day