First when I came to the town   They called me young and bonny   Now they've changed my name   Called me the leaboy's honey.      I'll dye my petticoats red   And I'll face them with a yellow   I'll tell the dyester lads   That the leaboys I've to follow.      It's over hills and dales   And over dykes and ditches   Say will I like the lad   Who wears the moleskin breeches      The black horse draws the cart   And he's as proud as any   Say will I like the lad   That drives them on so canny      Feather beds are fine   And painted rooms are bonny   But I would leave them all   To jog away with johnny      Oh, for saturday night   It's I that'll see my dearie   He'll come whistlin' in   When I am tired and weary.      First when I came to the town   They called me proud and saucy   Now they've changed my name   Called me the leaboy's lassie.