Oh, that I had ne’er been married,
I wad never had nae care;
Now I’ve gotten wife and bairns,
They cry Crowdie! ever mair.
Crowdie ance, crowdie twice,
Three times crowdie in a day;
Gin ye crowdie ony mair,
Ye’ll crowdie a’ my meal away.
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