Chorus

O can ye labor lea, young man,
O can ye labor lea;
Gae back the gate ye came again,
Ye'se never scorn me. —

I fee'd a man at martinmass,
Wi' airle-pennies three;
But a' the faute I had to him,
He could na labor lea. —
O can ye &c.

O clappin 's gude in Febarwar,
An kissin 's sweet in May;
But what signifies a young man's love,
An 't dinna last for ay. —
O can ye &c.

O kissin is the key o' luve,
An clappin is the lock,
An makin-of's the best thing,
That e'er a young Thing got. —
O can ye &c.