In the big room at Barclays, the auld stick hei stands Graspin' yon' bellrope, wi' cauld shakin' hands Ask why hei lingers, and sadly hei'll tell Hei hesnae got a copper so hei darnae ring the bell
Heather Jock enters, while Kinly yet grieves Hei stands there an' hei gazes, a' in his serk sleeves Stick hails him wi' a shout which nae other could excel And Heather's brief response was, "Man! Kinly ring the bell"
Chorus
Ring the bell Kinly Ring ring the bell Heather Jock's approaching Wi' glad news tae tell Hei's pawned his upper garment They say he has done well So ring the bell Kinly Stick Kinly ring the bell
"Half a gill for twae", then Heather bold did cry "Drink and be off", was the landlord's quick reply Then Heather he did quaff the half gill tae himsel' And left pair Kinly not a drop, though hei did ring the bell
"O' Heather that's unfair", the stick did wildly cry "A' drank eet" quoth Heather, "Aw man bit a' was dry" "Bit guin ye' come wi' mei, and ma' serk a wull sell And suin we'll baith gaun back again and ring, ring the bell"
Chorus
Doon throw' the Sandbed the pair they did go Streight tae yon pawnshop that's kept by Milmoe But the serk it was sae bad, that it really wadnae sell So they never did gaun back again tae ring the bluidy bell
In the back room at Barclay's, the Auld Stick he stands Grasping the bell-rope with his auld shaky hands, Ask why he lingers and sadly he'll tell, He hasna got a copper, so he daurna ring the bell.
Chorus—
Ring the bell, Kinly, ring, ring, ring! Heather Jock's approaching the good news to bring, He's pawn'd his upper garment they say he has done well, Ring the bell, Kinly Stick, Kinly ring the bell.
Heather Jock enters (while Kinly yet grieves), He stands and he gazes all in his shirt s'eeves; Stick hails him with a shout, which no other could excel, And Heather's brief response was— "Stick, ring the bell."
Chorus—
"Half-a-gill for the twae," then Heather bold did cry; "Drink and be off," was the landlord's quick reply; Then Heather he did quaff the half-gill to himsel', And left the Kinly not a drop though he did ring the be1l."
Chorus—
"Oh! Heather, that's unfair," the Suck did wi1dly cry, "A' drank it," quoth Heather, because that I was dry, But gin you'll come wi' me, my sark I wil1 sell, And sune we'll baith come back agaia and ring, ring the bell."
Chorus—
Then through the Sandbed the pair they did go, Streicht to the pawnshop that's kept by Milmoe; But the sark it was sae bad, it really wad' na' sell, And they never could gang back again to ring, ring the bell.