They’ll step in an’ tak a pint
Wi’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky.
Chorus.—Lady Onlie, honest Lucky,
Brews gude ale at shore o’ Bucky;
I wish her sale for her gude ale,
The best on a’ the shore o’ Bucky.
Her house sae bien, her curch sae clean
I wat she is a daintie chuckie;
And cheery blinks the ingle-gleed
O’ Lady Onlie, honest Lucky!
Lady Onlie, &c.
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