The Pear Tree

There was twa lads belanged this nation,

Dundee be their port of station

Gan oot one night as I am told,

Just tae hae a fun-like stroll

Wi a hi dum ho dum, tum a like a daisy,

Tum a like a daisy wi a tum a lum a lo.

These twa lads, they spied a pear tree,

Where pears grew thick as could be;

Tae hae a pear they were inclined,

So up this pear tree they did climb.

Up this pear tree they got landed,

Up this pear tree they got stranded;

It wisna the pears that caught their ee,

But a lad an a lass lyin in a-low the tree.

Well this young man began to embrace her,

This young man began to unlace her;

He pit doon his coat tae save her goun,

When aa the pears come a-rummilin doon.

Well this young lad gazed up in wonder,

They belted down the tree like thunder;

He picked up his lass an awa did flee,

And he left his coat lyin in a-low the tree.

The owner of the coat they did enquire,

The owner of the coat wis their desire;

But the owner of the coat they never found out,

So they got a bloody fine coat for nowt.

Ye lads and lasses wha gang acoortin,

Dinae gay coortin in a-low a pear tree;

Or if ye do ye’ll hear a soun,

When aa the pears come a-rummilin doon.