The Can-Can
Air - original
You want me for to sing a song
And that I'll do to you,
And with your kind attention
I'll sing it just the noo.
Its not of much importance
But still it looks sa queer,
About these lassies noe a day
The style they wear their hair.
Chorus
Who these lassies look sa braw
Wa their style of can-can.
Its a'their thought both big and wee
To try and get a man.
The style o' dress they're getting now
You would hardly ken the odds,
Betwixt a woman and a man
Unless beneath their clothes.
Their bonnets and their hats
Is near about the same,
Wa a great big feather at the side
Would nearly walk its lane.
When they go to Kirk on Sunday
No doubt looks very fine,
You would think they could hardly speak a word
They're so holy and divine.
If up the clay road you'd chance to stray
An hour or two to pass,
Perhaps you'll see the same said girl
Getting a roll upon the grass.
When this band goes out at night
Around the rows to walk,
If you'd hear those lassies
As after them they trot.
If they don't watch themselves
And try and keep at ease,
They'll catch that trouble some will ca'
The nine long month disease.
I think I will finish up
And end this wee bit sang,
I hope you will excuse me
If I have said something wrang.
Just raise up and ga' a verse
And let the company see,
And get up upon this floor
And try and contrary me.
