Brewer Laddie Lyrics & Tabs by Ewan MacColl
Brewer Laddie
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In Perth there lived a bonnie lad,
A brewer to his trade O;
And he has courted Peggy Roy,
A young and handsome maid O.
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle dum a die doe.
He's courted her for seiven lang years,
A' for to gain her favour;
But there cam' a lad out o' Edinburgh toon,
Who swore that he would have her.
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
"It's will ye gang along wi' me,
And will ye be my honey?
It's will ye gang along wi' me,
"It's will ye gang along wi' me,
And will ye be my honey?
It's will ye gang along wi' me,
And leave your brewer laddie!"
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
"O I will gang along wi' you,
And along wi' you I'll ride O;
I'll gang wi' you to the end o' the earth,
Though I'm spoke for the brewer's lad O."
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
The brewer he came hame at e'en,
A speirin' for his honey,
Her faither he made this reply:
"She's no' been here since Monday."
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
O, wasna that an unco ploy?
Wouldna anyone been offended?
To court wi' a lad for seiven years,
And leave him at the end o't!
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
"O, be it so and let her go,
For it shall never grieve me;
I'm a lad that's free, as you can see,
And a sma' thing will relieve me.
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
"There's as good fish into the sea
As ever yet was taken,
I'll cast my line and try again,
For I'm only ance forsaken."
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
They've rambled up, they've rambled down,
They've rambled through Kirkaldie,
And mony's the time she's rued the day
She jilted her brewer laddie.
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
He's ta'en his course and away he's gane,
The country he has fled O,
And he's left nae sark upon her hack,
Nor blanket on her bed O.
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
The brewer lad's set up in Perth,
And there he brews good ale O,
And he has taken another lass,
And ta'en her to his bed O.
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
Ye lovers a' where e'er ye be,
Just let this be a waming,
And never slight your ain true love,
For fear ye get a waur ane.
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die dum doo,
Wi' a fal dal diddle um a die doe.
