The Brewer Laddie/Cathkin Braes - The Tannahill Weavers

Noo in Perth there lived a bonnie lad, a brewer tae his trade-o

And he has courted Peggy Roy, a young and handsome maid-o

He’s courted her for seven years, a' for tae gain her favour

There came a lad oot Glesca toon wha' swore that he wad hae her

And will ye come alang wi' me

And will ye be my honey?

And will ye come alang wi' me

And leave your brewer laddie?

They’ve rambled up they’ve rambled doon

They’ve rambled through Kirkcaldy

And manie’s the nicht she’s rued the day

She left her brewer laddie

The brewer lad cam' hame at een enquiring for his honey

Her faither he made this reply, «She's no been here since Sunday»

If that be so then let her go and I will never grieve her

I’m a lad that’s free as you can see, a sma' thing will relieve her

And will ye come alang wi' me

And will ye be my honey?

And will ye come alang wi' me

And leave your brewer laddie?

They’ve rambled up they’ve rambled doon

They’ve rambled through Kirkcaldy

And manie’s the nicht she’s rued the day

She left the brewer laddie

There’s just as guid fish in the sea as ever yet was taken

I’ll cast my line and try again;

you’re only once forsaken

The Glesca fellah’s up and gane, the country he has fled-o

He’s left nae sark upon her back nor blanket on her bed-o

And will ye come alang wi' me

And will ye be my honey?

And will ye come alang wi' me

And leave your brewer laddie?

They’ve rambled up they’ve rambled doon

They’ve rambled through Kirkcaldy

And manie’s the nicht she’s rued the day

She left the brewer laddie

The brewer lad still lives in Perth and there he brews guid ale-o

And he has found another lass and taen her tae his bed-o

Ye lovers a' where e’er ye be just let this be fair warnin'

Never slight your ain true love for fear ye get a' waur ane

And will ye come alang wi' me

And will ye be my honey?

And will ye come alang wi' me

And leave your brewer laddie?

They’ve rambled up they’ve rambled doon

They’ve rambled through Kirkcaldy

And manie’s the nicht she’s rued the day

She left the brewer laddie