O can ye sew cushions
And can ye sew sheets?
And can ye sing ballulow when the bairn greets?
And hie and baw birdie,
And hie and baw lamb,
And hee and baw birdie, my bonnie wee lamb.

Hie-o, wie-o what will I do wi' ye?
Black's the life that I lead wi' ye.
Many o' you, little for to gi' ye,
Hie-o, wie-o, what will I do wi' ye?

I've placed my cradle on hilly top And aye as the wind blew
My cradle did rock.
O hush-a-bye babie,
O baw lilly too,
And hee and baw birdie,
My bonnie wee doo.