I'll sing ye a stave if ye'll gie yer attention It's nae sang o' pity it's nae tale o' woe And nae word o' honour or love will I mention But I'll sing o' a lassie I kent long ago Nae better than maist, and nae worse than mony And what drew me tae her's no easy tae say She was coorse, she was heartless and she wasnae that bonnie But she was the star o' the bar in her day I've stravaiged the Royal Mile wi' her, drinkin' in style wi' her And Rose Street frae end tae end often surveyed Focht and swore in the pubs wi' her Rolled in the dubs wi' her, cadged mony subs frae her never repaid Nae better than maist, and nae worse than mony And what drew me tae her's no easy tae say She was coorse, she was heartless and she wasnae that bonnie But she was the star o' the bar in her day A' ye chaps wi' young lassies, believe me love soon passes And a' yer bricht dreams is but straes in the wind Better yin whae'll sit doon wi' ye, sing a fine tune wi' ye Pass the gless roond wi' ye, drink yersel blind Nae better than maist, and nae worse than mony And what drew me tae her's no easy tae say She was coorse, she was heartless and she wasnae that bonnie But she was the star o' the bar in her day Nae better than maist, and nae worse than mony And what drew me tae her's no easy tae say She was coorse, she was heartless and she wasnae that bonnie But she was the star o' the bar in her day