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This tune was published at the beginning of the 19th century with words composed by William Watt, a weaver, who was born in 1792. The words were The Tinker' Waddin'. Watt also wrote Kate Dalrymple. |
On New Year's eve in Glasgow town When all we had was half a crown, A bunch of us thought we'd prowl around And find some fun in Rothsay-O. We wandered down Victoria Street, We didn't care much for snow or sleet. And at half past two, with aching feet, We found ourselves in Rothsay-O. A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day A fill-a me do, me daddy-o A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day The day we went to Rothsay-O. This young fellow here who's a bit of a lout Said he'd treat us all to a pint of stout So as quick as we could we all set out To find a pub in Rothsay-O. Says he, "Me lads, I'd like to sing." Says I, "You'll not do such a thing." Says he, "Clear the room and make a ring And I'll fight yous all in Rothsay-O." A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day A fill-a me do, me daddy-o A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day The day we went to Rothsay-O. We had to find a place to sleep, We were all too drunk to even creep, So we found a place that was really cheap In a boarding house in Rothsay-O. We all settled down to take our ease When somebody happened for to sneeze And wakened half a million fleas And all the bugs in Rothsay-O. A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day A fill-a me do, me daddy-o A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day The day we went to Rothsay-O. > There were several different kinds of pests, And the ran and jumped inside our vests, They got in our beards and built their nests And cried, "Hurrah for Rothsay-O." Says I, "I think we'll head for home." And we swore we never more would roam, We're scratching still as we sing this poem Of the night we spent in Rothsay-O. A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day A fill-a me do, me daddy-o A fill-a me do, a fill-a me day The day we went to Rothsay-O. |
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Folksongs of Britain and Ireland See Bibliography for full information. |