Lads in the Lea Rig

[Esme MacIasgair]

A "fecund" woman's complaint ;)

Last year I went with the lads on the lea rig
Aye, aye, the lads on the lea rig
Aye the lads on the lea rig
This year my belly is round as it grows big
Aye aye, round as it grows big
Aye my belly it grows big

Last year I knew how to make their hearts quaking
Aye aye, to make their hearts quaking
Aye their heart were a-quaking
This year my own heart’s the one that is aching
Aye aye, the one that is aching
Aye how my heart is aching

Last year I went to the dance with the laddies
Aye aye to dance with the laddies
Aye I danced with the laddies
This year I’m home singing songs for the babbies
Aye aye singing songs for the babbies
Aye the songs for the babbies

Last year I went with the lairds and the laochs
Aye aye, the lairds and the laochs
Aye the lairds and the laochs
This year I’m watching the hens and the beanstalks
Aye aye the hens and the beanstalks
Aye, the hens and the beanstalks

Last year the silk in my dress made me happy
Aye aye my dress made me happy
Aye my dress made me happy
This year it’s used as a swaddle and nappy
Aye aye a swaddle and nappy
Aye as a swaddle and nappy

Last year I walked with the elder and hemlock
Aye aye the elder and hemlock
Aye the elder and hemlock
This years I walk with the bonds of my wedlock
Aye aye the bonds of my wedlock
Aye the bonds of my wedlock

Last year I went with the lads on the lea rig
Aye, aye, the lads on the lea rig
Aye the lads on the lea rig
This year my belly is round as it grows big
Aye aye, round as it grows big
Aye my belly it grows big