Am  G  Am  G
Am  G  Am  G

[Verse]
     Am                              G
They sing aboot the Broomielaw, they sing o' lan's alairm
        Am
But the best sang that e'er was sung, was sung aboot the term
                                G
The term time is comin lads, an we will aa win free
   Am
An wi the weary fairmers, again we winna fee

[Chorus]
                          G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G     Am
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee

[Verse]
                                  G
First there comes the mairket, an then there comes the term
   Am
So aa ye weary fairmers, dinna be alairmed
                                        G
They'll tap ye on the shouther an say, “Lad, are ye tae fee?”
        Am
They'll tell ye a lang tale that's every word a lee

[Chorus]
                          G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G     Am
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee

[Verse]
                                         G
Wi broad-tailed coats an Quaker hats, an whups alow their airms
     Am
They dunt an ride on horseback when they get a fiarm
                                     G
Their boots aa glaur an glitterin an spurs upon their heels
  Am
Altho ye caa the country roon, we winna fin sic chiels

[Chorus]
                          G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G     Am
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee

[Instrumental]
Am  G  Am  G
Am  G  Am  G

[Verse]
                                     G
He'll pit his han intae his pooch an he'll pu oot a shillin
   Am
An he'll say, siller's unco scarce, aye, the leein villain
                                      G
They'll tell ye every jot o wark that ye hae tae perform
    Am
But lads, when ye're under them, ye'll stand the ragin storm

[Chorus]
                          G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G     Am
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee

[Verse]
                                  G
On cauld kail an tatties, they'll feed ye like a pig
      Am
While they sit at their tea an toast or hurl in their gig
                                G
The diet hour it vexes them, an then tae us they'll say
      Am
“Come on ma lads, ye'll get yer rest when lyin in the clay”

[Chorus]
                          G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G     Am  G  Am  G
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee

[Verse]
   Am                         G
An noo ma song is ended an' a warnin tak frae me
   Am
An wi the weary fairmers, be sure an dinna fee

[Chorus]
                          G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee

[Chorus]
       Am                 G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee

[Chorus]
       Am                 G
Come a raddy um a rowdow, raddy um a ree
C                  G     Am
Raddy um a rowdow, fa-la-lee