Who Will Mow Me Now

Oh, I hae lost my rosy cheek
Also my waist sae small
Oh, wae be to the soldier lown
The soldier did it all

Oh, who'll mow me now, my jo
Who'll mow me now
A soldier with his bandileers
Has banged my belly fu'

For I maun bear the scornful sneer
Of many a' saucy quine
When curses on her godly face
Her gate's as merry as mine

So, who'll mow me now, my jo
Who'll mow me now
A soldier with his bandileers
Has banged my belly fu'

Our dame holds up her wanton tail
As oft as she down lies
And yet will slander a young thing
If she the trade but tries

So, who'll mow me now, my jo
Who'll mow me now
A soldier with his bandileers
Has bangеd my belly fu'

Our dame has got her ain goodman
And lovеs for glutton greed
And yet will slander a poor thing
While loves but for its bread

So, who'll mow me now, my jo
Who'll mow me now
A soldier with his bandileers
Has banged my belly fu'

Alake, so sweet a tree as love
Such bitter fruit should bear
Alas, that e'er a merry part
Should draw so many a tear

So, who'll mow me now, my jo
Who'll mow me now
A soldier with his bandileers
Has banged my belly fu'

But devil take the lousy loun
Denies the babe he got
Or leaves the merry lass he loved
To wear a ragged coat

So, who'll mow me now, my jo
Who'll mow me now
A soldier with his bandileers
Has banged my belly fu'