It happened at last whitsuntide i tired o' ma place And i gaed up to imsch tae fee my fortune for tae chase And sing irry irrity arry And sing itty irrity an I fell in wi' adam mitchell and wi' him i did presume He's a fairmer up kinnethmont way at a place called sleepy toon Says he if you'll agree wi' me ye'll get the fairest play For i never gar my servants work mair nur ten hours a day It was on a monday mornin' we gaed into sleepy toon And he's ranked us in good order for to lay his turnips doon And the orders were to bed at six and never leave the toon And for ilka time we left it we'd be fined half a crown Ah but we paid lettle heed to this and often took the pa** Sometimes to buy tobacco and sometimes to court a la** But now the term is roond again and our wages we hae won So we're awa' to riny meer to rise us up some fun And when we're ower in alford we'll gar the gla** go roond And we'll tell them o' the usage that we had in sleepy toon And maybe i'll see old adam a-suppin' at his brose I'll gie him a len o' ma hanky for to dicht his snotty nose