My Laddie Sits Ower Late Up

My laddie sits ower late up My hinny sits ower late up My dearie sits ower late up Betwixt the pint pot and the cup Hey Johnny, come hame to your bairn Hey Johnny, come hame to your bairn Hey Johnny, come hame to your bairn With a rye loaf under your airm He addles three-ha'pence a week That's nobbut a farthing a day He sits with his pipe in his cheek And fiddles his money away My laddie is never the near My hinny is never the near And when I cry out, "Laddie, cum hame" He calls oot again for mair beer My laddie sits ower late up... Hey Johnny...