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.