There was a wife wonn'd in Cockpen, Scroggam;

She brew'd gude ale for gentlemen;

Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,

Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

The gudewife's dochter fell in a fever, Scroggam;

The priest o' the parish he fell in anither;

Sing auld Cowl lay ye down by me,

Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.

They laid the twa i' the bed thegither, Scroggam;

That the heat o' the tane might cool the tither;

Sing auld Cowl, lay ye down by me,

Scroggam, my dearie, ruffum.