When I growe up and
leave the schule
I winna work in onie mill
But stick to my ambition still
And be a bus
conductress.
Twa inside,
Fower up the stair.
That’ll dae noo,
I daurna tak mair.
Haud on ticht.
Ring-ting-ting.
Move up the bus.
That’s the very thing.
Thripence to the circus,
Fowerpence to the zoo,
Hae your fares ready
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