First when I came to the town
They called me young and bonny
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's honey.
I'll dye my petticoats red
And I'll face them with a yellow
I'll tell the dyester lads
That the Leaboys I've to follow.
It's over hills and dales
And over dykes and ditches
Say will I like the lad
Who wears the moleskin breeches
The black horse draws the cart
And he's as proud as any
Say will I like the lad
That drives them on so canny
Feather beds are fine
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To jog away with Johnny
Oh, for Saturday night
It's I that'll see my dearie
He'll come whistlin' in
When I am tired and weary.
First when I came to the town
They called me proud and saucy
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's lassie.
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First when I came to the town
They called me young and bonny
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's honey.
I'll dye my petticoats red
And I'll face them with a yellow
I'll tell the dyester lads
That the Leaboys I've to follow.
It's over hills and dales
And over dykes and ditches
Say will I like the lad
Who wears the moleskin breeches
The black horse draws the cart
And he's as proud as any
Say will I like the lad
That drives them on so canny
Feather beds are fine
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To jog away with Johnny
Oh, for Saturday night
It's I that'll see my dearie
He'll come whistlin' in
When I am tired and weary.
First when I came to the town
They called me proud and saucy
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's lassie.
They called me young and bonny
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's honey.
I'll dye my petticoats red
And I'll face them with a yellow
I'll tell the dyester lads
That the Leaboys I've to follow.
It's over hills and dales
And over dykes and ditches
Say will I like the lad
Who wears the moleskin breeches
The black horse draws the cart
And he's as proud as any
Say will I like the lad
That drives them on so canny
Feather beds are fine
And painted rooms are bonny
But I would leave them all
To jog away with Johnny
Oh, for Saturday night
It's I that'll see my dearie
He'll come whistlin' in
When I am tired and weary.
First when I came to the town
They called me proud and saucy
Now they've changed my name
Called me the Leaboy's lassie.