Roaring Jack - The Bonny Wee Well lyrics

Rise at the break of day, Thank Christ it's Saturday I'm going up to hike the brae And drink at the bonny wee well Far below you'll see the spires The chequered fields wi' barns and byres Factories hum like distant choirs Up at the bonny wee well Over the waste and over the wall Through the moss and the moor To the top of the brae and the bonny wee well Drunk on a drop of the pure When Tannahilll worked the weaver's art Beside the waters of the Cart To make a verse he'd aye depart Up to the bonny wee well It was there I drank a pint of brown Broke the bottle on the ground Lifted up a la**ies gown Up at the bonny wee well Over the waste and over the wall… I've wandered through a summer wood With a la** I kent was in the mood Tried to get as far as I could Up to the bonny wee well In Feegie park the times where rare, The cinder path was sweet and fair Among them a' there's none compare With a loupe at the bonny wee well Over the waste and over the wall…