Classic Poem

Cam ye by the salmon fishers?
Cam ye by the roperee?
Saw ye a sailor laddie
Waiting on the coast for me?

I ken fahr I'm gyain,
I ken fahs gyain wi me,
I hae a lad o my ain,
Ye daurna tack 'im fae me.

Stockings of blue silk,
Shoes of patent leather,
Kid to tie them up,
And gold rings on his finger.

Oh for six o'clock!
Oh for seven I weary!
Oh for eight o'clock,
And then I'll see my dearie!