When I was young and short of tongue
A silly (we)fool was I The morning after I left the school
I heard my mom sigh
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grime stone to your nose
I bought a clock, a bunny (we)clock
To help me tell the time
It waken me every morning
With a very poetic line
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grime stone to your nose
I married a lass, a bunny (we)lass
And kept her many a-year.
Come what may, she began every day
By whispering in my ear
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grime stone to your nose
Some can lie as long as they like
They’re luckier man than me I never get to lie very long
I’m only 5 foot 3
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grime stone to your nose
I’ll look for work tomorrow
If you just let me sleep today
The phrase 'bonnie wee clock' and bonnie wee lass' are both intrinsicly scottish ways of saying 'lovely little clock' (etc) and the original lyrics use slightly different phrases. The accent is scottish/ English, that is to say it sounds (to me) like the accent of a scotsman who developed an English patois over time. Sorry if that was long winded.
When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother sigh
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock
To help me tell the time
It waken me every morning
With a very poetic rhythm
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass
And kept her many a-year
Come what may, she began every day
By whispering in my ear
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
Some can lie as long as they like
They’re luckier man than me
I never get to lie very long
I’m only 5 foot 3
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I’ll look for work tomorrow
If you just let me sleep today
i bless u with this:
When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother sigh
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock
To help me tell the time
It waken me every morning
With a very poetic rhyme
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass
And kept her many a-year.
Come what may, she began every day
By whispering in my ear
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
Some can lie as long as they like
They’re luckier man than me
I never get to lie very long
I’m only 5 foot 3
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I’ll look for work tomorrow
If you just let me sleep today
Pete Seeger, the Lead Singer/Banjo Player of the weavers was influenced heavily by the folk music of Appalachia. Appalachian music draws its roots from the musical styles imported by the Scotchirish immigrants who established the culture of the region. There is no reason why there would not be Scottish influences in the Weavers's music.
When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother sigh
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock
To help me tell the time
It waken me every morning
With a very poetic rhyme
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass
And kept her many a-year.
Come what may, she began every day
By whispering in my ear
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
Some can lie as long as they like
They're luckier man than me
I never get to lie very long
I'm only 5 foot 3
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I'll look for work tomorrow
If you just let me sleep today
When I was young and short of tongue
A silly wee fool was I
The morning after I left the school
I heard my mother sigh
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I bought a clock, a bonny wee clock
To help me tell the time
It waken me every morning
With a very poetic rhythm
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I married a lass, a bonny wee lass
And kept her many a-year
Come what may, she began every day
By whispering in my ear
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
Some can lie as long as they like
They’re luckier man than me
I never get to lie very long
I’m only 5 foot 3
Get up, get out, you lazy lout
Get into your working clothes
Up to your knees in oil and grease
With the grindstone to your nose
I’ll look for work tomorrow
If you just let me sleep today