A fine wee lass, a bonnie wee lass, is bonnie wee Jeannie McColl;
I gave her my mother's engagement ring and a bonnie wee tartan shawl.
I met her at a waddin' in the Co-operative Hall
I wis the best man and she was the belle of the ball.
The very first nicht I met her, she was awfy, awfy shy,
The rain cam' pourin' doon, but she was happy, so was I.
We ran like mad for shelter, an' we landed up a stair,
The rain cam' poorin' oot o' ma breeks, but och I didna care:
For she's.....
Chorus
Noo I've wad my Jeannie, an' bairnies we have three,
Two dochters and a braw wee lad, that sits upon my knee.
They're richt wee holy terrors, an' they're never still for lang,
But they sit an' listen every nicht, while I sing to them this sang:
Oh it's ....
(words courtesy of Rampant Scotland as I only know the chorus)
Kind regards,
Annette