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There's news, lasses, news, Gude news I've to tell, There's a boatfu' o' lads Come to our town to sell. The wean wants a cradle, An' the cradle wants a cod, An' I'll no gang to my bed, Until I get a nod. Father, quo' she, Mither, quo she, Do what you can, I'll no gang to my bed, Till I get a man. The wean wants a cradle, An' the cradle wants a cod, An' I'll no gang to my bed, Until I get a nod. I hae as gude a craft rig As made o' yird and stane; And waly fa' the ley-crap, For I maun till't again. The wean wants a cradle, An' the cradle wants a cod, An' I'll no gang to my bed, Until I get a nod.