When the Sheep are in the Pen

When the sheep are in the pen And the cows are in the shed
When the pigs are fed agen And a' the fowls gane bed
Then I gang to meet my laddie at the stackyard gate
I scarce can tie my hat on laddie For I'm loath to make him wait

Then I gang to meet my laddie At the mossy stackyard gate
I tie my bonnet hasty on 'cause I winna make him wait
Though my boots be all untied The time is getting late
And to stop I canna bide 'Cause I winna make him wait

Now the kyes cum hame And the sheep are in the pen
And frae the hives straw warm They've taen the comb agen
I will gang and seek my laddie T'were a sin to make him wait
And he'll cuddle me among the straw At the stackyard gate
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