It was a cold dark morning when I bid Tranent adieu I braved the snow to Fisherow tae Stags for a pint or two Then in you walked as bold as bra** wi a boy, you seemed over the moon And my heart sunk low as the cold grey snow by the honest toun lagoons On my birthday morning wi many unhappy returns I took the road to Prestonpans and stopped at Sammy Burns Where I found a watch stuck at ten past two that played delightful tunes And my heart missed a beat like the times wed meet by the Honest Toun lagoons So fair thee well dishonest la** and fair thee well the toun Of all the girls that er I kent you were the first tae let me down Now I cook and clean and of you I dream as I drink in darkened rooms And my hearts as low as the grey spent coal in the Honest Toun lagoons