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Maw bonny keel laddie, maw canny keel laddie,

Maw bonny keel laddie for me, O!

He sits in his keel, as black as the Deil,

And he brings the white money to me, O.

Ha' ye seen owt o' maw canny man,

An' are ye sure he's weel, O?

He's gyen ower land, wiv a stick in his hand,

To help to moor the keel, O.

The canny keel laddie, the bonny keel laddie,

The canny keel laddie for me, O;

He sits in his huddock, and claws his bare buddock,

And brings the white money to me, O.