Text divider from 'The Humble Beggar', a chapbook printed in Glasgow in 1802
MY APRON DEARY.
'Twas early in the early in the morning of May, A soldier and a lassie was walking astray, Close down in yon meadow, yon meadow brow, I heard the lass cry, My apron now:
Chor. My apron, deary, my apron now, My belly bears up my apron now: But I, being a young thing, was easy to woo, Which makes me cry out, My apron now.
O had I ta'en counsel of father or mother, Or had I advised with sister or brother; But I, being a young thing, and easy to woo, It makes me cry out, My apron now. My, &c,
Your apron, deary, I must confess, Seems something the shorter, tho' naithing the less: Then had your tongue deary, & I will prove true, And nae mair cry out your apron now.
Chor. Your apron deary, Your apron now, Your belly bears up your apron now, Then ha'd your tongue, deary, & I will prove true And nae mair cry out your apron now.