Duncan Macleerie and Janet his wife,
They gaed to Kilmarnock to buy a new knife,
But instead of a knife they coft but a bleerie,
We're very well saired, Janet, quoth Duncan Macleerie.
Duncan Macleerie has got a new fiddle,
It's a' strung wi' hair, and a hole in the middle,
And aye when he plays on't his wife looks sae cheerie,
Weel done, my Duncan, quoth Janet Macleerie.
Duncan he played till his bow it grew greasy,
Janet grew fretfu' and unco uneasy,
Hoots! quoth she, Duncan, ye're unco soon weary,
Play us a pibroch, quoth Janet Macleerie.
Duncan Macleerie he played on the harp,
Janet Macleerie she danced in her sark,
Her sark it was short, her c—t it was hairy,
Very weel danced, Janet, quoth Duncan Macleerie.