O that i had ne'er been married, I wad never had nae care, Now I've gotten wife an' weans, An' they cry "Crowdie" evermair. Chorus.—ance crowdie, twice crowdie, Three times crowdie in a day Gin ye crowdie ony mair, Ye'll crowdie a' my meal away. Waefu' Want and Hunger fley me, Glowrin' by the hallan en'; Sair i fecht them at the door, But aye I'm eerie they come ben. Ance crowdie, &c.